[The grimling snarls, plainly about ready to make its move. Wash sighs, loudly.]
For the record: I hate this plan.
[Without so much as an on my mark, he winds back and douses the light, slamming the torch into the nearest wall with a low clunk of wood meeting stone, showering sparks onto the walls of the labyrinth. It flares briefly in protest, a bright skittering of ember-bright motes.]
no subject
[The grimling snarls, plainly about ready to make its move. Wash sighs, loudly.]
For the record: I hate this plan.
[Without so much as an on my mark, he winds back and douses the light, slamming the torch into the nearest wall with a low clunk of wood meeting stone, showering sparks onto the walls of the labyrinth. It flares briefly in protest, a bright skittering of ember-bright motes.]
[He chokes it out quickly.]