Ambro glances at the door to the Glyph room, thinking.
My match won't happen till later, I should check out the rooms to plan ahead.
And maybe pick up a few surprises.
As Ambro begins to move toward the Glyph room, he sees the spheremorphs from Frozen Foothills skulking around the door.
Well that puts a snag in things.
Turning sharply, Ambro nearly runs into Eerongal.
"Oops. Hey, Eero. Have a nice sleep?" Ambro's tone is normal enough, but there is a slight mocking tone.