"Hmm?" Enzo finally stopped talking long enough to actually listen. His thick brows knit. "Sure it aint just echos? Don't be so paranoid, Jack, what's the worst it could be?" He shrugged. "Maybe we aughta' go have a peep? I don't know from nothin' about this place except the loot sucks." He rapped a knuckle against the book tucked in his jacket in disappointment.
Wait.
Encyclopedia Pestilwossname? Maybe it would give them a hint what lay beyond? "Hold on a tic!"
Tongue tucked between his lips and teeth, he flipped through the pages, trying to find any mention of Dragonfell and icelands. "Lessee here.... um..." His brows furrowed, still paging through, "Nnnnnooo..." He squinted in the darkness, "Probs just more of them stupid little 'taters."