Peeler frowns. "Disadvantage of splitting up is that Kevin can only protect one group... They can't perceive you, but that might not matter for something very big, right?"

"I think that is probably a low percentage risk, but if it decides this is the time to bust out a mammoth bigger than these aisles would accommodate I'd have trouble with that, yes."

(Kevin peers down the aisles, thinking about giant mammoths.)

"Do you get warning, when something is trying to perceive you? That might give you time to call for help or get out of the way..."

"Yeah, I get some backlash ping. I also get an eensy bit from touching a dungeon core and from being in some dungeons at all, but this one didn't ping me till I scooped the core."

Kevin shrugs. "I'm good with whatever! Just need everyone I'll be shielding near me." 

"I would like a few more pics and we haven't seen every cage yet if there's a monster spawning..."

"I don't mind everyone staying together if that's the best way to be sure you're protected in case of trouble."

Peeler looks more comfortable with that idea, yes.

"Sure, 'preciate it."

When they reach the end of the aisle (some of the cages are weird shapes, very deep so you can see the next aisle through the glass, or very tall and narrow, or this last one wide and flat like a pizza box, all puzzled together mesh to plastic like it’s a coincidence that they fit) a sheep comes around the corner, black in most of its wool and with white tufts, just barely tall enough to clear the height of Traceless's boots.

"Baaa," says the sheep.