Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-39791808-20190913232519/@comment-29564364-20190919083420

After a warning that went unheard, the rock behind the Owl Bear bursts, burying her in rubble. As the dust settles a young man crawls out of the new passage, coughing and waving the dust away from his face. He had a pale complexion and the build of a teenager despite having snow-white hair with light grey tips. His eyes were hidden behind a thick pair of goggles and he wore a large metal box strapped on his back with various features, including a pole that extended over his left shoulder with a lantern hanging at the end, and a worn down pickaxe distorted by each hit it had cumulated over time was resting in a sconce on the other side. "Hey Nameless, if you ever see me about to use a Gust Bomb in a cave, remind me to plant it INSIDE the wall instead of against it, okay?"

"Noted." the glowing blue orb within the lantern flickers.

He looks around at more darkness until his gaze meets Sinclair's. "Hey, look! We aren't alone!" But as he is about to take a step toward the man...