The next day, Underhill creeps around the throne room, investigating the situation. Nearby, Maria sits at their strategic planning table, still covered in debris from the Sentinel battle.
Underhill ducks, looking into the crab's slightly-open mouth.
"Gods, it's like a whole world in here," he says, barely able to be heard as his echoes bounce off the stone inner walls of Clancy's shell.
"What the hell are you doing?" Maria sneers. "Get out of there. How disrespectful can you be!"
"Just one minute," Underhill shouts, but to her his voice is barely heard. He descends deeper and deeper into the open cavity of the statue, his thirst for adventure consuming him.
"Hmm," he thinks to himself, activating a device on his cane. The tip of his gilded weapon lights up, spreading light throughout the crab shell.
