You got it. We'll tag team 'em when we get further down. Think we'll need to, with how thick the ice is...

[ But enough about that! That's about as deep as his plan-making goes, so without further ado, he starts to swim down into the sinkhole, glancing back at Arenvald as he does so. As they descend, he starts to chatter idly, anxiously, as he often does, keeping his mouth busy while his mind whirls. ]

Hey, why d'you think important stuff is always in the creepiest, darkest, spookiest places? Like, would it kill anyone to leave clues in a sunny field? Or on the beach?

[ When will they go to a beach world?! ]