Raptor had spent the past five minutes contemplating both how he had gotten here and the stupidity of the people he was stuck here with. He couldn't believe that some of them actually wanted to drink the wine - and that others wanted to open more chests.
He had drifted a little closer to the rest of the group since this had all started; now he was close enough for the smell of the wine to hit him. He scrunched up his face in disgust underneath his helmet - or at least tried his best to. He hated the smell of alcohol.
He reached into his bag, digging around for something he knew he hadn't removed from it the night before. He didn't have the right kind of supplies to summon Bartimaeus. But he did have the chalk he used to draw the pentacles.
After a moment of digging, he found what he was looking for.
He pulled the packet of chalk out and selected one of the longer pieces. It looked absurdly small in his hands right now. He tried not to think about that as he put the rest of it back.
"Before you get too drunk," Raptor said, British accent heavy as he crossed his arms, "we should introduce ourselves. And if you don't want to run the risk of becoming cursed - which is bound to happen if anyone is stupid enough to open another chest - I have chalk that we can mark up the tunnels with. It makes more sense to head out than to stay here. And if you want to know my name, it's Raptor."
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