Solomon felt his body tremble as he sunk into the darkness. Sunk was a rather pleasant word for the experience. As soon as he entered the black bow attached to his hand raced downward with alarming force, practically knocking his arm out of its socket. The sense of hurtling towards some eventual crash with the ground combined with the complete darkness gave him nothing to orient himself other than the driving force from the bow. At this point he'd accepted that he would die and passed out.
Solomon's eyes shot up and he pulled himself from the slime that coated the ground to look around. It seemed most of those above had already gotten here and woken up, ready to start exploring. This place was a painful contrast to what lay above. Covered in this strange slime, the whole place looked old beyond belief, unmaintained, and somehow tragic. It seemed the other spirits, or humans at this point, were discussing how to proceed. Solomon shrugged. They had no information about anything here except that it was dangerous, so really one way was as good as the other.
Taking advantage of this brief time he was not being paid any attention he tried to use his bow, putting his hand where the string was and holding it loosely. Despite having never held a bow before his fingers found them selves draw to a position and an arrow of the same make as the rest of the bow appeared. Solomon drew the bow, astonished at how much strength it took. Weren't bows supposed to be weapons of finesse? He carefully eased his grip without firing the arrow and when he had fully relaxed it turned back into wisps of shadow. Well that was that.
He stepped forward to join the rest of the group. He was most inclined to take the advice of the girl with the 3rd eye, Solomon however was no leader, nor had he ever been.
"I don't care much where we're going, but I get the feeling we should do it sooner rather than later." He said in a calm voice that still carried easily. While there was no evidence they couldn't simply stay here, it certainly wouldn't accomplish anything. If nothing else he felt leery of where they had landed, like it was a graveyard and anything that stayed too long would quickly become one of its residents.