⚔️Serberia

- Hmm... - Veserod scratched his beard. - We're clearly not getting paid enough for all this... He sighed, shook his head, and shrugged his eyebrows, mustache, and shoulders, quickly cutting down a few thicker branches and tying a bundle of twigs to each, wrapping each of the makeshift torches with twine instead of a rubber band. - It'll do for now, I think... We can light it with our... well, you know. - He sighed heavily again. - I'll have to go into that hole... If my son runs into some kind of nasty thing at our post and kicks the bucket, even if no one finds out and no one blames us, I won't be able to sleep peacefully. I don't know about you. He turned to Anders. - You'd be useful, but you're clearly better off staying here... If this turns out to be another mill, we won't be able to handle it. - His gaze shifted to Gulia, sweeping over her figure. - You... probably... aren't very comfortable in confined spaces... So we'll go in without a healer. Watch over Anders here. But it's better, of course, to take a position further away from the entrance, so it doesn't turn out like last time, - his gaze shifted to Alessia. - You... uh... - his shoulders shrugged on their own. - You'd probably be useful, but you don't have to. His gaze moved to everyone else. - If anyone doesn't want to go, they can say so now, - his gaze jumped to Ilva. - However, even among those who go, I don't expect any heroism. On the contrary, I urge everyone to be as careful as possible, watch their step, check the path ahead, and not rush in headfirst. In theory, nothing like that should happen there; after all, it used to be a working mine, and people went in right before us, but anything is possible. And we won't go in with the light on right away; let's listen first to what's inside. At the very least, we should hear footsteps, the murmur of conversations, or even the sounds of battle. Any questions?