Ignatius took one glance at the wand and then looked back at Bren with a snort. "Okay, Princess Bren."

It didn't take long for Ignatius' sense of humour to return once they had managed to break out of their nightmarish pattern. Toadstools, die, vines, repeat. Speaking of that, he did have a point. The walls were closing in. Ignatius had very little interest in trying to do this particular quest again.

(For the moment, anyway.)

"Agreed. I think the portal out's back that way." Ignatius gestured with his head, gathered up the whip into a bunch that was a bit easier to carry, and got the hell out of there before the owl that was clearly watching them showed up.

Or the walls closed in.

Either one really.