Alright that just makes him laugh. Despite the muck that has most certainly gotten into every little crack on his armor, Hawke remains in good spirits. Despite any complaints he might voice, this is the kind of thing that Hawke lives for. At the moment he feels right at home, more so than he does within the walls of his suite.

Even after breaking through the treeline Hawke continues to grip the fungi as he takes point. There's no telling what could be roaming the grounds here. If they find something maybe it will react to the light in a similar fashion as the trees. Or maybe it will just make him a target. Who knows. At least he has Ixis and Styx to watch his back.

"Somehow this doesn't surprise me," Hawke says with a smirk. "Whenever there's trouble there's always some fallen temple or weird ruins standing a the center of it. It's like a law of the world. Birds fly. Fish swim. Ruins mean trouble."

And of course, where there's trouble there will most certainly be Hawke. "You know, if there is a collection plate I'm sure they won't need it anymore." He turns his head, grinning wryly at the other two.