Ironically, Caius was in the same place only to find a way back than to look for adventure. He hated that he couldn't feel anything without the Chaos that he had gotten used to over the centuries. He was used to surviving alone in the wilds and caves often were a place of refuge. Here, they were booby trapped and often led to places deep underground to other places linked through a complicated network.

The dark knight job class he was given had an edge to fight off monsters at the cost of his own life through spells which he was accustomed to but often draining. His own list of spells were no longer in his employ but his sword arm was still strong.

The loud thump alerted him and the echoing voice of a young man caught his attention and soon he sprang out of the adjacent tunnel to throw himself at the boy just as the blade swung above his head.

He removed himself from the man and looked up at the slit carved cleanly above their heads. "Foolish." Caius growled.