"But I just got out of a pit!!" He sounds outraged, and apparently needs no prompting from Amos to move along, choosing a direction and storming off, only pausing to wipe his sword off on a rag tied around the sheath and shoving it home. At least the light's a little better out here; indistinct cavelight, but still brighter than those close tunnels full of bugs. If Amos looks, there's a logo on the back of the red cape he's wearing, a skull wearing oddly pointed sunglasses, and as it moves flashes of blue tattoo are visible on his bare back and arms. Glancing back, he's still frowning. "Hey, kid, you have any idea where we are? What's the name of this place?"