Interesting. Deimos's talent for understatement was reaching unplumbed depths, and in a less emotionally fraught conversation, Jigano might even have teased the mountain about it. Today, however, he found he didn't have the energy for it, not with having recently realized his time of running and hiding was going to have to come to an end in the next few days. Instead he focused on what was going to need to happen to reach the purported portal, on the combination of magics and the dangers they would face - dangers that Deimos knew all too intimately.
"Ah... yes, Vai mentioned that. We couldn't really tell what was going on outside of Delah's shelter," he admitted, a touch apologetic. "But if Rory can stand back in the tunnel and set the spark before we all go in, hopefully the plants will take the initial damage while we stay safe." And then the farmer could wait a little ways up the stairs and away from the worst of the gas until they needed a break and decided to try it again, with everyone retreating to the stairs again while he sparked the gas from a distance. With his control over fire, the hunter could hopefully keep the flames away from the tunnel the Fae's earth magic had made into the plant-chamber, too.
The acerbic question - or was it an accusation? - had the bard shaking his head, exasperation bubbling up. Gods, was the man never satisfied? "No, it's not. You survived it once, barely. And I doubt Amalia will let you go back down a second time anyways. She's going to be unhappy enough that anyone is going back, and I'm not looking forward to that conversation as it is." A conversation that would only happen if he wasn't in jail in a few days, but Jigano had never been one to not make plans for all eventualities he could come up with. He shrugged at the suggestion, though it wasn't necessarily a bad one. "The Tulmhainar suggested magic, and I think she's right, especially after talking with Remi about it. There are a lot of plants down there. Uprooting them would stop them as surely as burning or life draining or chopping them down, but it wouldn't necessarily be faster, especially given how big a lot of them are. With the gas, speed is of the essence, and most mastered magical means can hit more plants at once than attacking them individually."
"Ah... yes, Vai mentioned that. We couldn't really tell what was going on outside of Delah's shelter," he admitted, a touch apologetic. "But if Rory can stand back in the tunnel and set the spark before we all go in, hopefully the plants will take the initial damage while we stay safe." And then the farmer could wait a little ways up the stairs and away from the worst of the gas until they needed a break and decided to try it again, with everyone retreating to the stairs again while he sparked the gas from a distance. With his control over fire, the hunter could hopefully keep the flames away from the tunnel the Fae's earth magic had made into the plant-chamber, too.
The acerbic question - or was it an accusation? - had the bard shaking his head, exasperation bubbling up. Gods, was the man never satisfied? "No, it's not. You survived it once, barely. And I doubt Amalia will let you go back down a second time anyways. She's going to be unhappy enough that anyone is going back, and I'm not looking forward to that conversation as it is." A conversation that would only happen if he wasn't in jail in a few days, but Jigano had never been one to not make plans for all eventualities he could come up with. He shrugged at the suggestion, though it wasn't necessarily a bad one. "The Tulmhainar suggested magic, and I think she's right, especially after talking with Remi about it. There are a lot of plants down there. Uprooting them would stop them as surely as burning or life draining or chopping them down, but it wouldn't necessarily be faster, especially given how big a lot of them are. With the gas, speed is of the essence, and most mastered magical means can hit more plants at once than attacking them individually."
