Tessa peered down into the tunnel as best she could, looking past the others clustered at or in the shaft. She had smelled worse things- maybe, once or twice, searching battlefields littered with the weeks-old dead. And the probability that this tunnel was inhabited did little to make it more enticing- but still, they could not wait out here. She rummaged around with her gear, sling the crossbow which would be little use in such a confined area and readying her shield and morningstar. "Are we ready then?," she asked, her tone making it clear that she hoped someone might decide they ought to not go...