Giant ruined Temple built into the side of a cliff in the middle of a dusty valley that used to be a bountiful valley? Check.
Group of adventurers who had entered weeks ago seeking historical knowledge lost and presumed dead? Check.
Dark and forbidding feeling in the air hanging so thick that it felt like it had actual, physical, weight? Check.
Crix turned to his companion and, completely deadpan, spoke aloud his thoughts.
"Master Sati we're in the first ten minutes of a horror film." he reported dryly, "And we're the plucky underdogs being sent in on a desperate rescue mission of those sent before us."
They were kitted out for the environment with their regular clothing and a large backpack each containing emergency food, water and medical supplies. As he had so aptly summarized, they were there on a rescue mission after all and that meant being ready to actually, you know, rescue some people. His newly finished lightsaber hang loosely at his side and Crix took a not inconsiderate amount of comfort from it's presence.
Less because it was a weapon and more because of what it represented.
His hand ghosted over his saber for a long moment before he ignored it, pushing on toward the entrance. The thing that was even weirder about the valley was that it honestly wasn't that hot. It felt like a spring day but the ground had given way to sand as though it was baking under desert heats. Honestly, the whole thing just felt Off as far as he was concerned.
"Well there's not going to save themselves... you wanna sing pop songs to freak the evil spirits out?"
@Killa Ree