a.
[Thanatos is no stranger to dragons, but he has admittedly never been transported by one before. There's something strangely freeing in it, something that he thoroughly enjoys before they are dropped off at the volcano. The environment reminds him of the hot plains of Asphodel, but with the lack of any divinity in himself to offset the heat and discomfort the entire experience quickly becomes something that makes him wonder if it was a good idea to come here. Less for himself, he realises, and more for others who might be even less able to tolerate such conditions.

With his height and bulk he tries to make sure that he walks singly along the difficult path, directly in the centre, but should someone find him moving too slowly for their liking and try to get by he will certainly do his best to move aside, but he may just need to grab hold of someone's arm or wrist to keep them from sliding off down the edge of the path towards the lava moving below.]

Careful. [Will be all he quietly says at that, as he rights the person who attempted to pass him. As the journey wears on and people begin to grow more weary, he's one of those to offer an arm or a hand to anyone who looks as if they might be struggling to keep moving.

It may only be half a day, but it surely is a difficult one.]

b.
[In the cavern where they finally find a moment to rest in the cooler air he presses his back to a wall and then carefully sits, looking far more tired than he feels in that moment but not truly caring about it. He closes his eyes and leans his head back, exhaling a slow sigh, then looks around to those still filtering in.]

Are we all here? [He asks the nearest person who passes him, and it appears that he's more than ready to get up and head back out there if it sounds like anyone fell down on the path. Who would have ever thought it - Thanatos, caring so much about mortals in such a way - yet here it is.]

You should sit. Have something to drink.

The walls are warm...

[Thanatos slides his hand along the warm stone as the group he's with makes their way along the passageway. As one of the tallest - if not the tallest - in the group it made sense for him to take a lantern, which he holds high above the heads of his companions to light the path ahead of them. The comment he makes seems like an idle one, but the idea of the molten rock being so close by that the inside of the passage can be warmed by it is... unsettling, to say the least.

There's a strange sound ahead, like water falling yet not, and as they enter into another large cavern he is struck once again by just how much like Asphodel this entire thing is.

Much like everyone else, he moves to the box in the centre of the open space to read the inscription below it. Thanatos is no poet or riddle-maker, and he only frowns in a puzzled manner as he reads the inscription once, then again... He hums in puzzled thought and looks slowly around the cavern, catching sight of a glint behind one of the oozing lava falls.]

Hmn... they can't be serious. Do you see that, over there?

[You know how this works!]