They seemed to be on the same page with exploring the cave. Normally Dante might have passed by but a companion at one's back opened up possibilities. Even if they found trouble two could probably handle what one might not be able to. Mordecai voiced his thoughts almost as he had them, also pointing out the merits of numbers.
Dante was suddenly very happy with the winds of chance that had led him to the river. This day was turning out to be one of his better ones since beginning his wanderings. "I'm in," he responded, stepping up to follow as Mordecai led the way. He had little fear of caves or the dark. Darkness had sometimes been his staunchest ally, in fact, helping him to avoid aggressors and prevail over prey on more than one occasion. Still he felt a slight thrill run down his spine as they entered the cave. It was the unknown, that was what gave him the shiver now.
