You're quite welcome. I can show you to the entrance, if you need.

[Seteth picks his lantern back up; those shoes are probably going to be hideously sticky and filthy, after the rock was exposed to warmth for so long--but at least there won't be any problem reclaiming them now. It's surely better than going back barefoot, isn't it? Cleaning up the mess isn't his problem.

Though bending to pick it up does remind him of just how rude he's been; Seteth has the grace to look sheepish at least, bowing his head as he straightens.]

Pardon me. My name is Seteth, by the way; I wish we had met in better circumstances.