I don't think we have any other choice, [ replies the man Ghost is speaking to -- a singularly unintimidating sight. Kim feels foolish in the costume he's been put in, largely because he looks foolish in it. While he's adorned with the makings of a fey creature, horns affixed to his forehead, adorned in sheets of earthy linens, with prosthetic antlers and tail, he couldn't look less like a fey creature in his own right; he is a very ordinary, bespectacled middle-aged man, and he doesn't think most fey have his own receding hairline, his own weak chin. His voice is deep and soft, coloured by a thick French accent. ]

Why not? Safety in numbers. But I'd like to grab a few things from this floor, while we're here. A source of light, or something I can use as a weapon. [ He glances Ghost over, unable to see her clearly in the dim light of this blasted place. ] You should find a weapon too, if you don't already have one.