Thäoran gave a short and quiet sigh as the others agreed with Hornet's suggestion of venturing down the carved tunnel. Thinking this was a mistake because of the enemies that could lurk within, the elf set his jaw in a grim frown and adjusted the grip on the hilt of his falchion, preparing himself for whatever unpleasant surprises he was sure would inevitably be coming his way in the gloom of the tunnel depths.

'I say this is a mistake,' he spoke up, giving voice to his concerns. 'The tunnel is narrow, thus allowing us very little room in which to maneuver. We may find ourselves in a dire situation with little chance of escape. But,' he continued, sighing once again, 'it seems I have been outvoted, so I shall venture onto the path you chose. Let us be off.'