Keeping his musings to himself, he keeps moving forward, peering in the dim glow of mushrooms and weapons for any sign of the skittering creatures.
Da sure seemed proud when I told him I was leaving town to become a guard for the caravan. About the only time I ever made him proud. I still can't believe he gave me his sword from his days in the militia. Well, my blade is special to me, even if it isn't glowing, but they probably wouldn't care, anyway.
May Raynor protect us from these critters, whatever they are!