( there is much about the prosthetic wolf would struggle to explain. he did not invent it, and he wasn't even the one it was invented for — it had been something handed down to him. he knows how to maintain it now, and he could affix a new tool to it if given time, but there was much more about it that was shrouded in mystery.

fortunately enough, however, it's his left arm, and wolf wields a sword with his right. not that he doesn't use the prosthetic in combat, but this allows him to do both at once.

wolf's eyes scan the grappling hook, where it is secured to the stalagmite. it looks steady enough, so he leaves it as-is. he takes the bag from the taller man, holding it carefully as he began to make his way down the sheer cliff-face. wolf is thoughtful; it's not usually in his wheelhouse to wonder the why and how of things. he merely assesses the situation and deals with it. ) I am not certain. Parts of this cavern were lived in, and there are also signs of something having happened. Either might provide answers natural law does not.

( he checks on aymeric's progress as he steadily makes his way down towards the cavern floor. or what he hopes is the cavern floor. more water here would prove problematic.

he squints through the darkness. even with his keen vision in low light, he can't quite see to the bottom. ) Have you reached the ground?