The raven tilted his head at the Guildmaster, all humor and wit subdued by the somber nature of their task. He heard no response to either vocal calls or in the Attuned mental bond and what that indicated, well... he chirred quietly and crouched a little lower on Deimos's shoulder. He wasn't particularly surprised when his muscular friend stepped forward to help shift rocks, but he hadn't expected Remi to shift back into his human form. Certainly the alchemist's magic was useful, but what about his lion's nose? ...Unless there was a reason he couldn't use his magic in his animal forms? It was a question to ponder another time, when their attention was not on the rescue - or, more and more likely, the recovery - of the brave young farmer.
Jigano croaked softly to Deimos and Ronin, and bobbed his head at Remi. Both men and Roana were fit and strong, far better able to shift rocks through muscles or magic than he was in any of his forms. He didn't have high hopes for the offshoot tunnels; it wasn't the dead ends he feared, but the maze-like spreading of more and more options in many directions. He was, however, other than Remi the best suited to go down one and be able to find his way back if he did end up tracing branching tunnels further on. He launched from Deimos's shoulder and flapped towards one of the side tunnels, landing as soon as the light faded to pitch darkness behind him. Only then, certain he couldn't be seen, did he shift into his python form and begin to slither along the broken ground. He moved slowly, lacking light, and having to explore his way forward by touch, but his tongue slipped out to taste the air and the pits along his face 'saw' the heat signatures of anything living nearby as he swung his head from side to side - and occasionally behind - to watch out for other predators on the hunt.
Or, gods most fortunate, a living, breathing young farmer ready to head back into the daylight.
Jigano croaked softly to Deimos and Ronin, and bobbed his head at Remi. Both men and Roana were fit and strong, far better able to shift rocks through muscles or magic than he was in any of his forms. He didn't have high hopes for the offshoot tunnels; it wasn't the dead ends he feared, but the maze-like spreading of more and more options in many directions. He was, however, other than Remi the best suited to go down one and be able to find his way back if he did end up tracing branching tunnels further on. He launched from Deimos's shoulder and flapped towards one of the side tunnels, landing as soon as the light faded to pitch darkness behind him. Only then, certain he couldn't be seen, did he shift into his python form and begin to slither along the broken ground. He moved slowly, lacking light, and having to explore his way forward by touch, but his tongue slipped out to taste the air and the pits along his face 'saw' the heat signatures of anything living nearby as he swung his head from side to side - and occasionally behind - to watch out for other predators on the hunt.
Or, gods most fortunate, a living, breathing young farmer ready to head back into the daylight.
