[There is literally no way on this planet or any other planet orbiting any star in any universe that Bryn is going to go down those holes with complete strangers as his only backup. Maybe, back home, in his own jungles, in his own caves, with Lark and his sword at his back, but not here.

But he's also not gonna sit back and let a bunch of monsters take out a city that feels so much like a shinier version of home. It's something to do, anyway. So he climbs a tree by the exit of one of the tunnels, gets himself settled in sturdy and secure, and draws his bow, calling out to the people going in.]

Hey, you chase 'em out, I'll pick 'em off. Cool?

[His grin is wide and his eyes are bright - someone's obviously excited about the prospect.]

[This tech is way beyond what Bryn's used to where he comes from, where the most you might get is a train or something, old-school, steam-powered, unless it's an artifact. The elevators are something else, all glass and tech and Bryn takes literally every single chance he can to ride them. Right at the top, he feels like he's astride the entire world, and it's so cool to look down and see all the treetops and walls and the big-ass abandoned chunk of city out beyond the close walls.

Of course, being on the elevator so often means he inevitably gets stuck. Right at the top. And he should probably be all upset, but instead, he's pressing his face against the glass wall, peering out at the city.]

Damn, so neat.

@b.fletcher

how long's everyone been here now?

[Bryn will be out and about around the city, mostly shopping in street markets, looking for bright pretty scarves, archery and fletching supplies, survival supplies, and jewelry. The weirder the better. He'll also be stuffing all kinds of different food in his face, bar hopping in search of excellent booze, settled in out of the way (usually high up) places and drawing in a battered notebook, and anywhere adult checking out toys.]