"That doesn't sound like prison guards?" Gav whispers. "They sound like... nerds discussing something. I would know."

"...Let us hear just a bit more before approaching?"

They're quiet for a few more minutes but eventually the first voice says, "Just how many traps can a place have?"

    "It makes one wonder."

"Did these people just tiptoe around all of these traps all the time? Did the traps just get set up after everyone left? This actually makes no sense."

The other voice doesn't respond to that.

Traps?

Gav reads the expression.

"Do you want me to make first contact, so you can keep your self-image of the responsible one?"

Snort. Herod reaches to pet Gav's hair. "You always spoil me."

He grins. Then he turns in the direction of the voices and speaks loud enough to be heard. "Hey, is anyone willing to help a pair of naked angel dudes here?"

"That wasn't anyone from the College," says the first voice, probably to their companion. Then, more loudly: "Who and where are you?"

"Can you follow our voices? Or should we approach?"

"We are Gav and Herod. We are very lost!" Gav says cheerfully.

"We'll come over to you."

    "Are you sure this is wise?" asks the other voice.

"Not at all."

They can nevertheless hear the sounds of approaching steps.

Herod and - after a look - Gav cover themselves with their wings for modesty. This might turn out very bad, but probably better than trying to find their way out through traps that involve fire.

The two of them are tall, but are hard to distinguish from humans. Except for the long wings, Herod's are brown with gold and black markings.

Gav's are white-gray. They also have a slightly metallic sheen to their skin, but that is hard to notice most of the time, and definitely not in a dungeon.

It turns out they probably didn't really need to cover themselves at all; the three men that turn around the corner are also nude, and not themselves bothering to cover up.

...well, kind of.

One of them is a human with bronze skin and shoulder-length hair, holding in one hand a gnarly staff whose tip resembles a rose nearly as tall as he is. An orb of light floats lazily above his head, serving as a much better light source than the torches and braziers around. His skin glimmers with a faintly unearthly red sheen plus something that looks almost like a thin sheet of some mostly-transparent dark liquid that flows unpredictably all over his body.

The second one is a grey-skinned grey-haired bearded elf, his forehead covered by white tattoos. His skin also has the same magical coating.

And the third man, dark skinned with red tattoos covering his face, long pointed ears, and horns, is the reason for the "kind of"—he is not entirely naked, but he's wearing what can only be described as fetish gear: his legs are encased up to the thighs in long metal greaves, his arms are covered up to the biceps by spiky metal gauntlets, his shoulder and upper chest are covered by an elaborate metal set of pauldrons, but his torso is mostly exposed, covered only by a thin strip of metal that goes from the center of his crotch up to his chest, opening into a cleavage window. There are two bands of thin metal wire encircling his waist and connecting the different pieces of the "armour" to each other and to a... cock ring? Cock sleeve? A metal cyllinder surrounding the man's shaft, leaving the head of his penis exposed. A two-handed broadsword is attached to his back, completing the kinky dark knight look.

"Huh," says the owner of the first voice. "This is new."

"Indeed! Love the fashion style."

"You won't get much of a response out of it," the first guy warns. "I'm Ruby, by the way."

"Erandur." The elf looks a lot more suspicious and seems about ready for a fight.

"Have you been... trapped here this whole time?"

"Dunno what you mean by 'whole time'. Less than an hour? Maybe. I am shit at figuring out time even with the sun angle for reference."

"Where is here?"

Blink blink.

"We are in the ruins of Saarthal. Were you summoned?"