The group's above-ground business was finally done and over with. A large-scale encounter against a bunch of Armos had nearly run the group ragged, but somehow, they survived. If it were anything other than Armos guarding the entrance to this prison, they might have run into far more trouble than they had bargained for. Mindless, simple-directive machines were, however, just that: Mindless, simple-directive machines. Lacking all form of intelligence or autonomy, they did whatever their masters asked of them and couldn't ask questions. Such a shame, really, but now wasn't the time to be expressing silent pity on machines. The group had killed a large set of Armos, and were now starting to delve into the belly of the beast. Get inside the prison, get the man imprisoned inside, and get out. If there was any resistance to be found in here, they needed to deal with it swiftly and silently. Nico had stopped in front of the entrance. It was a simple staircase, but a slow descent into darkness. He simply stood in front of it, staring down into the dark descent, unaware of any statements his allies were currently making, either at him or to each other. Ari popped out of his hood and looked at him. She had seen this look before. She had seen this look many times. This could have meant only one thing. "Nervous, Nico?" After a moment, Nico, not moving his gaze, responded with a flat "No." The tilt of Ari's wings was almost reminiscent of a person tilting their head to the side. "Then what's wrong?" "Nothing. Just thinking...this entryway is metaphorical, in a sense." "Metaphorical for what?" "I'll tell you later." "Alright, but you better remember this time." "I will." And with that, Ari flew back into his hood. The youth stood still for a few more seconds, and then turned toward his allies. "Okay, here's the plan. Get in, get the guy, get out. If you find Gerudo, fight them if you need to, but don't kill them. Just remember: I don't know what's down here, either, so I can't attest to whatever we might find, see, hear, or even fight. If you've no questions, I'm going ahead." With that, he turned on his heel and began descending the stairs into the prison. There was surprisingly little resistance at this point, given what they fought earlier and how many of them they had fought. The light from outside didn't carry well as Nico kept descending, but any darkness that might have been here gave way to torchlight closer to the bottom. At least it was lit up in this place, but that could have meant patrols would come around at any moment. They needed to stay alert, in case something went wrong in this place. And right at the bottom of the steps, there was a pathway. Well, there were three pathways. One directly in front of Nico, one to his right, and one to his left. Worst part was, there was no map. "Well dammit," Nico uttered. He looked beyond to each section, but couldn't really see much of anything in the next areas. With a sigh, he turned back toward his companions. "Alright then. Which way should we go?"