
"There’s not.“
Pessimism at it’s finest hour, it seems.
His arms folded over his chest as he sat against the wall of the dungeons, eyes firmly shut. They’d been trying to find a way out of where they had been trapped for a half hour already– and having been tired from the previous events earlier didn’t help their situation. "C'mon Ron, the dungeons look fun. Don’t worry Ron, there’s a secret passageway– it’s safe. What could go wrong?”
"–Oh, I don’t know–
maybe the walls aren’t stable,
maybe we could get caved in–“
He picked up a nearby rock and threw it at the opposing wall.
"We’re gonna die from lack of air if nothing else doesn’t come to get us first.”
