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Bex can’t decide between fingerguns or a thumbs-up, so she does one of each before catching up to Trin.

“I’m still amazed he could navigate this place,” Trin murmurs. “I mean, I had to scratch marks—“ They point to an “x” above a hole. “—to navigate.”

“We’re going through that hole?” Bex’s voice goes up an octave. “What is it like?”

“It’s thirty feet of combat crawling,” Trin replies. “You good?”

“Yeah,” Bex doesn’t sound good. “You know I’m claustrophobic, right?”

“Yes, but with good reason,” Trin sets the torch down inside the opening to the hole. They get down on their stomach. “I’ll go through first so I can light the end for you.”

With that, they slither into the hole.