Flickwit shakes his head, though its more like he's shaking the cobwebs of bad thoughts from his head than disagreeing with the dwarf.
"No... no I don't think we are dead, or disentombed. I think we were all trapped here by some malignant worshipper of that horrid spider beast outside -" he shudders tremendously at the mention of the titanic monstrosity outside. "And for some reason it seems to enjoy our butchering and our misery. It tricked us into devouring..." His stomach churns, and he struggles to hold back a tidal wave of sick. "others. For what ends I know not, but I think we are merely flies in a spider's web."
He considers Novia's idea. "I'm afraid I am about to pass out on my feet... I can barely stand. If the next room is safer, or easier to defend... I just need to sit for a few minutes, catch my breath..."