Dacen nods slowly, "Alright. Well. We're not going to find anything pleasant, but... there's nowhere else to go."
He swallows hard - he still hasn't recovered from the sight, and smell, of that body stuffed in that barrel. "What could be worse than that? By St. Cuthbert, I don't ever want to open a barrel again!
"We should take a closer look, I'll go first if you w-want," he can't stop his voice from catching, and he grinds his jaw shut in annoyance at the audible display of his shot nerves.