Dungeons Deep and Caverns Old

[ This isn't a place that Maine knows. It's a fact that should put him on edge, but for some reason, it doesn't. He braces himself with a hand against a stone wall as the earth moves under his feet. Waits until it stops before he starts climbing the winding paths, heading up.

Maine doesn't know where he is, but he knows damn well that he doesn't want to be under anything. Not while the ground is shaking like it is.

A voice echoes from around a curve in the path. It's unfamiliar, calling equally unknown names. Maine starts towards it. Rounds the bend in his all his fully-armored glory, gold helmet reflecting what light there is as he looks for the person who spoke. ]