You either love it or hate it

In accepting and agreeing to travel out here, Revas knew there might be a few strange occurrences. Something that he perhaps had never witnessed firsthand, only told of in stories and during his wonders in dreams. Though by the path they'd already taken, it was clear that they were not the first, nor would they be the last to enter this maze. And that meant things would be left behind, but finding a hat of all things flung to the side so carelessly, was a sight he had not expected to see. Even as he quietly tucked the item into his satchel with the rest of his belongings, his gaze stayed with the cat still before them. A puzzle to be solved and a way forward yet to be found.

Shifting across to the elven that still held it in his grasp, and while weary of the individual, at the very least he could be polite and cooperative until this was done. And while the runes beneath it's collar were starting to make sense the longer he looked at them, it was likely not the wisest choice to linger here for too long. So, he bet on a hunch, a flicker of memory and whispers of old magic. If nothing else it was worth a try. A ripple of amusement echoed from June as he began to speak softly to the cat, if the being was perhaps a shapeshifter or granted higher intelligence by a spirit of some kind? There was no reason not to have manners.

Words echoed out slowly, an old language, one he knew far better than common and he knew Sylaise would likely translate the ancient elvhen tongue for Megara to understand as well. But after a moment, it seemed to do the trick, watching as the creature began to move and Revas took that same moment to follow. Do as I do. The same steps taken, the same movements made in order to cross safely.