Seth is perfectly content bringing up the rear, as he is pretty practiced in keeping an eye out for anyone following, casting a glance back every so often. Not that he needs to. The place seems surprisingly deserted, all things considered. Even as they pass door upon door, there's nothing indicating there's anyone in them. Then again, difficult to know without checking. But they are hardly in a position to organise a mass escape, if they can't even escape from one another. Although there is power in numbers, and perhaps someone could help.

Then again, if this is a dream, anyone else they meet is unlikely to be an actual real consciousness. Just a figment cooked up by their combined minds. Seth thinks he'd be able to tell the difference in just a small shared dream like this, when he was able to tell it was a dream so quickly. But it's hard to be sure until he can test it.

"Well, this place is probably drawn from one or more of our minds," Seth points out quietly. Though the gentle rattling of their chains is probably doing a decent enough job of letting anyone present know they're on the move. "But it doesn't really look familiar to me. At least, not the specific location." The type of setting is familiar enough. Much, much too familiar. So familiar he would happily never see another cold, lifeless dungeon ever again. Yet is seems to be a theme recently.