KriticalFailure
First Post
Munchin nods in agreement to the order, then walks past Hans in a daze, not even registering the torches, completely immersed in his own world.
"Unless enemies heard us and will be coming down the main tunnel, ha." Jamilee scratches out from behind a twisted grin, or a snarl. All the scarring makes her precise expressions seem to lean towards the mocking, or outright cruel in the best of circumstances, much less the in the low light of a few guttering torches. "And you're building on your own suppositions. But, nh. The choice is next to blind in any case. Let's take the side tunnel."