Caisramriel will clean his blade of filth, returning it onto his back for the mean time. Glancing over at Eldric, who looks visible distressed.
Caisramriel walks over to him and lays his hand upon his shoulder,"relax my son, worrying clouds your judgment.In These times we must look for hope, otherwise we will drift in the darkness, lost to the light."
Caisramriel rushes to aid the moaning man."Sir are you alright, are you hurt?"
Caisramriel grabs the man by the shoulder and under his arm, carefully bringing the man to his feet.
"My name is Griffith, I'm here to help you. What's your name?"
Edmund holds the light up as high as he can and scans the area looking for other survivors. hoping against hope that there are more and that they can save them. He also looks for a pathway out of the area.
"We seem to be alive, do you have any injuries besides the burns? As for what is going on, hell might be an appropriate answer. If something from the wound attacked the city, that might explain our sudden descent. Although why would we survive in that case? In any event, my Name is Sarah. I worked with Mistress Ran, of the Clocktower. We have some gifted with us, and so we have light to see, but no clear path out, nor obvious landmarks."
Sarah continues, describing their surroundings to the elf as requested.
Edmund continues to hold his light up high so that the light shines on everyone in the cavern. He hopes that he light will shine on something that will indicate what to do next.