"Yeah, I know that feeling, bro," he replied. The subtle sounds of the sallow sorcerer sonorously slipping up on S sounds was - again - subtle, but Dirk picked up on it. Just a little. "I've been here for a god damn month and I only managed to climb up to level two." He inclined his head towards the exit, implying that momentum was salvation: they could walk and talk and then chill at their leisure. He then, in the interest of providing a good example, started strolling in that direction. Exit, stage right.