'Great, either I'm going to freeze to death, crushed in this mountain or be deaf long before we ever reach that resort. So many fascinating ways to die!' The aasimar grumbled, eyes aglow with slight anger and frustration. Still, he would crawl along the narrow passage way, 'or meet my end at whatever tiny architect forged this.' "Hah, it'd be just comical for me to meet my end with my head up some god's ass."