BRUNE: Our group has a single tradition.

    Before we dive into the dark tunnels of the catacombs, we share hope with each other. It may sound silly, but it really helps.

    Actually, I created this tradition…

    When I was a scout legionnaire, many of us died in the process. 
    Then our group leader always tried to motivate us. He was the son of a merchant, whose parents sent him to the army, of course for a bribe. 
    He was too honest and kind man to be a millitary. But he was the only person who could erase our sadness and give us hope... At least for me.

    And it seems that only I keep this treasure of the dead...

    I did not notice how it took root in this party. When I'm not a scout anymore.

    What if you lose Keta and Glome? What should I tell them if this is our last trip?