Iradir looks back at Ambrosia and smiles at her. "Tell you what Amber, once we get out of this... well, pit, for lack of a better term, I'll come up with a few special compliments just for the scourge of the seventh coast, that have nothing to do with hunks of metal," the aasimar offered. "But you are right, if we rest here, we are likely to end up being attacked in short order, either by that tick, or by more mites," the cleric continued. "We could just rest outside. The entrance to this place is on a hill, so we'd have high ground, and if we set a watch, we should be fine," he reasoned.