"this place is in ruins. doubt we'll get a good sleep for bloody weeks." they've been in long barrow for maybe five whole minutes before edd starts to complain. he can't help it; keeps him young of the mind. he just has a lot of grievances. he sighs, sitting on a barrell, looking at his companion. "an' jon thinks we can handle this on our own? he's putting a lot of trust in us -- in me. i fear i'll be crushed under the crumblin' foundation. that'd be a shit way to go: crushed to death... becoming human goo." he wrinkles his nose. edd wraps his cloak around his shoulders.
"where do we even start?" of course, edd could think of a game plan. he may not be the smartest of the bunch, but he could advise and take charge when necessary. "feels like we should be focusing on other resources. o'course i trust jon. i owe him my life and then some... but this..." he looks around, seeing the disrepair. "seven hells. the stranger really looks upon us unkindly. maybe they don't even want us to win..." he could ramble for hours if left to his own devices. / @tymptir for grenn
