[ Although she normally wouldn't accept any help, One doesn't protest this time. With care, she set her hand in the Servant's and carefully pulled herself up. Her legs ached, the kind of dull throb that would eventually fade away, but nothing was broken. No sprained ankle. No sprained wrist. Her clothing showed the usual signs of distress, of course. As soon as she was up right, she drew her hand away. ]

It is likely that whomever resides down here will no longer be human, if they ever were. They will likely have poor eyesight, and have developed better night-vision to accommodate it. [ One eased her chakram off the ground, examining the heavy weapon for any damage. Her nose wrinkled with the overwhelming stench of blood, both old and possibly new? She couldn't be so sure. ] As above, move carefully... it is possible that there will be traps down here. If possible, locate a secondary weapon. These enchanted weapons we carry may not be enough for what awaits us.

[ Her chakram had always proven the better weapon, although she had previously used a sword and a spear. She would rather not carry around multiple weapons. It would weigh her down and slow her movements. As far as she was concerned, the weapon she had now was just fine. But what of her companions? She couldn't say for sure that she could determine their strengths and weaknesses alone. But hopefully their abilities would mesh well enough. ]