Jean Bernard
“Among the missing?” said Jean, mostly towards himself, but he was not attempting to hid the rhetorical question. “It sounds like there really is no idea what we’ll find. Clearly parties of two is not enough to overcome whatever obstacles those ruins hold. We should proceed with the highest levels of caution.”
Despite his words, Jean ultimately decided against carrying any more equipment. Perhaps having something with a little more range than his usual fair might be a good idea, but even with something as simple as a crossbow, he would probably be outmatched. He reasoned that what he lacked in combat prowess he could make up in supporting those who were better equipped and skilled. It didn’t sound like whatever or whoever threatened those ruins could be as easily taken down with a throwing knife or two like that of a curious hare.
“Well, I’ll be one of the first to say it then. I’m as ready as I’ll ever be. I’m not going to lie, this feels suspect at best, and suicidal at worst. Call me an optimist, but I think we’ll get out of this just fine with as many of us as there are.”
