Unfortunately, I think this'll happen at least one more time.

[Chara takes the hand, getting up to their feet and looking around at this dusty old crypt. They glance up at where they fell from, tutting their tongue.]

I am not awfully fond of this Moss King, I must say. [There's nothing more irritating to a metagamer than random chance. They summon the glowing knife from within their soul. It's better than nothing in terms of light. They point it towards the bags of gear.] That'll be our equipment, I guess.