( closed ) courageous leading aga grass

( They warp into endless rolling plains against a storm-covered sky, brilliant lightning blaring and blinding them in the ceaseless rain. Ahead of them stands a single, lone tower that spires up into the grey clouds, as endless as its treasures are like to be boundless.

Lightning strikes just some yards from them with a sizzling crack - lighting up the deceptively deep puddles that'd been hidden in the shadows of the grass, before the light fades again.

Mithrun glances around, taking in the site before fixing his gaze on the tower ahead. )

... Careful not to get struck on our way in.

( And, with that, he begins with a brisk stride toward the tower, apparently unafraid of the lightning, or the fact that his pain sensors are definitely still on. )