Divine Journey

-I'm not suggesting we trust anyone,- Coldrein shook his head,- quite the opposite, in fact. I repeat: we're not facing a battle in an open field between two armies, but rather slogging through some underground muck, in narrow corridors and tunnels! How can we talk about "as many companions as possible" in this situation? You're disappointing me, comrades. I really am.

- Oh yes, of course, we're the only ones who came here to search for the treasure that the majority of the country's population is talking about. - Nel gestured around the tavern. - All these people came here to admire the local scenery. Barbarians with huge axes, assassins and mages, elves and humans.
The girl raised her hands above her head and stretched, working out the kinks after sitting in the chair for a long time.
- Upon arrival, I saw a group of fifteen people, ten warriors, two mages, and three people about whom nothing can be said. I wouldn't say they were friendly.
Nel took a coin out of her bag and deftly spun it between her fingers.
- Or are you worried about money? Gods, there must be so much treasure there that every resident of this hole could build a castle for themselves. - The assassin put the coin back in its place. - A company consisting of less than ten people seems to me like prey for wild boars. - She cast a meaningful glance at the group of Barbarians. - Or some other trouble. Don't be foolish.