"Ah." Jorg said suddenly, dropping himself down onto the ground and crinkling his nose slightly.
He could smell the scent of burnt oil, but there was more underneath the steps still. Lips thinned for a moment, and he glanced over at Gabrielle. A shrug rolled over his shoulders.
"This is your Arena." He said quietly. "I'm not exactly one for puzzles."
Nor magic. Everything that was going on around them seemed to be in her wheelhouse, not his own. It was a fact that visibly frustrated him, his teeth gritting slightly as he looked up the staircase. "I could try to run it."
He suggested quietly.
He could smell the scent of burnt oil, but there was more underneath the steps still. Lips thinned for a moment, and he glanced over at Gabrielle. A shrug rolled over his shoulders.
"This is your Arena." He said quietly. "I'm not exactly one for puzzles."
Nor magic. Everything that was going on around them seemed to be in her wheelhouse, not his own. It was a fact that visibly frustrated him, his teeth gritting slightly as he looked up the staircase. "I could try to run it."
He suggested quietly.