If nothing else, there is ALWAYS something to attack down in the chalice dungeons. But those things are fairly keen on attacking first with few exceptions.

"Oh, I rather like insects and spiders." He looks almost surprised that someone doesn't! "They're so elegant. Simple. Humble body and form that has regardless reached evolutionary perfection. Think of how long the dragonfly has remained unchanged over the eras. Inspiring.

"But in the labyrinth, ahh. Beings of blood, beings of phantasm. The Pthumerians, tall and ghastly men, pale and slack-faced in their undeath. Singular in their purpose of protecting and gathering. Crawling beasts with their hide flayed and heads lopped off, but still animated with feral hunger. And deeper, deeper, much deeper still, do you know who still lingers?"

Micolash pauses, holding up a single finger as if calling for silence. He wears the tight-lipped smile of someone holding back a giddy surprise.

"Queen Yharnam. None other than the birthmother of Mergo."