Ron shot to his feet, and reached down to his pocket for his wand, only to come up empty. He took a few steps forward, trying again, and without much success, to see into the darker corners of the room. What the hell else was down here that they didn't know about? A goblin was bad enough - mean buggers, most of them - but the worst was that he couldn't even properly see the walls, not really. "And is - Griphook one of your friends, too?" He thought Luna might have introduced him just as casually to a very large animal about to trample him. "How long have you been looking?" he asked the goblin, sure he was probably right, but unwilling to give up hope without pressing.
"- He was alright when we last saw him," Ron added, sorry he had brought it up at all. Because that really didn't mean much, considering how they'd parted ways.