There is a look on Styx's face, beholding the blazing, screeching mass disaster unfolding before him, as though he cannot quite decide whether to be aggravated or put his head in his hands and laugh himself hoarse. "Yep. Real fucking nostalgic."

He shakes his head, turning and with careful steps making his way towards the nearby glowing patch before Naugus can bring in every predator within a hundred miles. If nothing else it might be edible, or if it isn't it might be toxic enough to be something he can use, or - actually, now that he thinks about it - he waves the human over, raising his voice to be heard over Naugus' glorious trailblazing.

"Hey, how's your night vision? He's got all the torches he wants and I'm a goblin, but this shit here...it burns without burning anything up. Could come in handy for you if we run outta light or get split up later." Preparedness is never the wrong choice in life, as far as he's concerned.