[@The Kraken][@vFear][@Pundii]

Flint laughed inwardly at hearing his newly bestowed title; leave it to Erika to come up with something as flowery and official sounding on the spot. He let his companion carry on, well aware of how efficient her silver tongue could be. Quickly he mimed a look of hurt at Erika's words about blowing the place up being a last resort, his armored hand clamoring to his chest as his face took on a shocked expression. Nonetheless he let her continue on, concluding in the promise that Flint's words had been true.

He was about to open his mouth to agree when he just happened to make out the sight of a faint glowing red light approaching the newly met group from down the darkened tunnel. Breaking off from the group Flint took a few steps towards the odd sight, his eyes trying to make out the culprit behind the now brightening reddish hue filling the tunnels. He tried to make out footsteps but all his ears could picks up was a mass shuffling of movement echoing off the walls, as if the maker of the noise moved in a mindless pattern. 

No doubt that his companions had made note of this odd approaching spectacle Flint rhetorically barked out "I don't suppose these are any friends of yours?" while readying his mace and shield he planted himself firmly a few good feat in front of Erika. Wasting no time he turned his body sideways while keeping his shield held at the ready-effectively hiding as much of his frame behind the shield as he could. He held his mace loosely in his right hand, letting the heavy steel dangle in a way that allowed him to swing it overhead to crush whatever imaginary enemy that would wind up crashing against his shield. It was a stance that often favored multiple shields-no doubt he was hoping for Clara to take up a similar position beside him. 

Quickly Flints assumption to take a defensive position proved rather wise; the morbid sight of men and women dressed in mere scraps shambling their way towards the group appearing from the darkness moments later. Even more horrifying then the half dead, starved, and clearly crazed approaching mob that clutched shovels and pick axs was the fact that their very veins seemed to glow a translucent red from under their skin-a few of the lot even sporting large and bulky growths of what looked like amber red stone. 

Whatever these people had been before they were no longer sound of mind-a fact rather obvious the closer they came. Although clearly thoughtless they did appear to have one thing on their mind; and that was killing everyone in the tunnel. 

"Nows a good time to use that walking staff!"