The summoner felt too exposed with his lack of clothing, the air touching his skin too intimate and distracting. He fought the urge to cover himself, knowing how silly it would look.
Seeing the wall, Braska quickened his pace, following it to the opening.
"Where does this lead?" he wondered aloud, approaching the opening with caution, looking for anything that might indicate a trap. It was one of the many thing he'd learned during his journey thanks to Auron's patience and explanations of dangers beyond fiends.