Seeing the way everybody was filing down the stairway, Tavah shifted his strategy and took the rearmost position.  Given the likelihood of there being an abundance of dark corridors with all sorts of nooks and crannies any sort of predator can use for cover, he much liked the notion of a would-be hunter encountering far more resistance than they may have initially expected.<br/><br/>The further down they ventured, the more a faint sense of unease became noticeable within the barbarian.  “I hate places like this.”  He said in a matter-of-fact tone, intending to vent his unease through casual critiquing.  “I never understood why anybody would choose to build down.  It is more work, more dangerous, and more complicated.  Plus,” He began before breathing in though his nose with a sour look on his face, “the air is stale.  Why not just build up so you could take advantage of fresh air, daylight, and can see your enemies coming before they are already in your walls?”<br/><br/>His commentary was short lived; content with getting it off his mind early on so as to not distract the others from any potential threat that may be lurking ahead.  All the while, Tavah continued to listen behind him, often casting glances over his shoulder.