Gerald had little to prepare. He had spent the time in the morning preparing his supplies: Flasks of fresh water, elf foot, and other various things that could be useful. Nothing special and nothing out of the ordinary. Knowing the deep roads from the books he read in his time at Kirkwall he knew that the places were going to have stale air and as such he prepared a small cloth to act as a block between his mouth and the air while still allowing him to breath. It was more or less a minor safe guard that he could tie around his mouth in order to keep any possible diseases lurking down there to have a harder time getting in through his lungs. He grabbed his staff and hung it from his shoulder as he looked around and sighed deeply. Not a person who enjoyed talking to fools and loud mouths he had the pleasure of working with. He just hoped they were right and he was wrong and this moronic journey into the deep roads was actually worth it. If it was he'd eat his words. If he wasn't....well he'd probably be too busy dead to bother bad mouthing them for their life choices.