"Hrmph. I just want to find special things, not be a special thing, thank you. Especially if it somehow involves being a magnet for...forgotten, underground hunter-creatures."

Orion huffed, nudging Megatron back with his pat shoulder.

"I'm not sure how much 'more interesting' we can survive," he teased, easing back into his study of their path. The corridor had obviously once been very grand; it's size and scale where undiminished, but the colors had long since been lost, and Orion could see signs of scraping damage. Where precious metal gilding had been forcibly pulled away, perhaps?

He paused at the doorways ahead, considering.

"Which way?" he asked, though he quickly had no intentions of heading forward immediately - the carvings and glyphs on said doors invited examination.