Whitefish River Starting to rust

Loose rock - right. Hieronymous didn't really think of it that way, Ira asked and he did without question. Well, shoot hmm? What a sticky situation he had gotten himself into now. Was a lynx the lesser of the two evils if he was to compare it to falling rocks? In all honesty, he couldn't decide on which was worse. I'm sorry. He muttered. 

Now knowing what was lurking in the cave, Hiero couldn't help but be glad they did it anyway despite watching the Count's concerns grow. How could he have lived with himself if a cat came lurking out of there and causing havoc if he was asked to take a look at it and just ignored the request? He wouldn't verbally argue with Evergreen, however, and instead, lazily sat down for a small rest. 

Do I look that bad? I thought I was out of shape and tired. Again, making light of the situation he offered a smile - though, having another medic double-check his wounds after Inna did would be nice. It felt tougher to move, no pain, but it did feel like he was fighting against a current should he take another step forward. If it's not a bother for her. Sliding down to the ground, he laid there for a moment to take a breather.