When Ronan first rolled the dice, it took them to a dead end. The ropes wouldn't cooperate. Plus, Adam was uneasy about heights so it all worked out for him. They were just no closer to finding out any answers as they were before making their first venture into the jungle.
The scent of sunscreen mixed with bug spray permeated off Ronan. It was a familiar and pungent smell. He had taken off his leather jacket a few moments after arriving. He had remembered sitting in his car. Adam and Opal at his side, black ooze seeping from his eyes and nose. Opal wanted him to make Cabeswater again. He would have, but now he was here and not there. It left a sinking feeling in his stomach, leaving her alone like this, but there wasn't much he could do.
"I'm fucking ready," Ronan said, tone flat. "Well, let's go then." That was to Luther.