Londo couldn't see well, not with just the mushrooms, he was wet, it was chilly, and he could feel something eating at him. "Deeper. Of course, yes. I begin to despise these Witches. It is always somewhere cold, or dark, or bothersome. They could not make bases in places that are nice, no."

He sighed and took her hand, transforming. At least he'd feel less cold like that. "No wonder why they want us to help. Their own people, they would not like going down here either."