“Real nice, Cang,” Fassn calls. Cang sheepishly returns to the group, striding slowly with his head down, hands thrust into his pockets.
“Might have overestimated that one,” he says when he rejoins them. He holds up a few pebbles which Fassn greedily snatches.
“Creature guard dome?” Abia asks.
“Or something inside, maybe,” Shyan says. “Some light, Fassn?”
Fassn whispers an invocation and a boon of light is granted. He follows its shimmering glow, his companions by his side, into the gloomy murk of the dome.