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Easy enough.
The entrance was left open for them, and so the initial delay in progress is due to Varian's own excitement to be faced with a piece of history and the creation of an ancient alchemist, who had created it before finally calming down enough to focus on the issue at hand. ]
Now, if I'm correct, the final piece of the scroll should be here, and once we have that, [ He holds an index finger up with a confident grin, ] We'll have everything that we need to get to the Dark Kingdom.
[ And once they get there, the rest should be easy. ]
But we'll have to be careful... This entire place is lined with booby traps, and one wrong move will--
[ It's at that very moment that Varian proves his own point, the words cut off by the sound of his screaming. The ground beneath him depresses before cracking and crumbling, the segment he'd been standing on collapsing completely, and it's by pure luck that he's able to grab onto the edge. He looks down to what is a really long drop.
Much more meekly, ]
... Do that.
IT WORKS... tags at a glacial pace. does not look at what i need to do... also... lack of icons
One minute, he's standing, warning about the dangers of this place being trapped incredibly well, and the next she's staring at the space where he used to be. He's incredibly lucky that he'd managed to grab on, and perhaps luckier still that Lucina herself has no problems reaching down to help him up, grabbing him by the forearm and pulling with her impressive strength.
She dusts him off a little once he's back on his feet.]
Perhaps we might exercise a little more caution, given the nature of this place?
[She would really, really rather not have him fall to his death...]