Vadymc was not fond of Miles' approach on things. For him, words like '"The sooner we get to fightin' the sooner you folks can see just how useful each of you are.' could only come out of a hot-headed fool's mouth. His approach was and had always been to try and avoid any real fight by doing his job properly with the first attack, but that required that the party would not enter this tomb like a hoard of rampaging elefants. Unfortunately Miles seemed to behave just like one already...

Aynway, he would keep his mouth shut and avoid making a conflict out of it. If they'd reach their destination in distrust of each other their chances would not be marginal, but nonexistent altogether. So it was better to give reality a chance to demonstrate what kind of approach was the best one.

Vadymc, at first glance, might have looked like a lumbering beast incapable of any elegant move. As he began walking however long legs indeed started to correlate with significant speed so the assassin, in spite of not having been the first one to get moving, was able to catch up quickly without making too much of an effort out of it. As he was in a close enough range to speak without much volume, Vadymc joined the ongoing conversation:

"You seem to be worried more about us getting backstabbed by our employer than by whatever ancient magic, sophisticated traps or just restless ghosts might roam in any old tomb of significant size and unclear origin. How does it come, Miles ?"