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With everyone in agreement, Renault nodded once, a simple action that seemed to drain whatever little stamina he had left after the extended skirmish they had all participated in. Not willing to give himself up to exhaustion yet, Renault kept a hand near the hilt of his blade in case a surprise should call need for it. 

"Onward, then." He said, taking point in retracing the party's steps towards where they first entered the tunnels below. Burrowing creatures that the rats were, the lot of them would have to suffice with climbing out of the pit, but the drop was not steep, and no doubt, with a little aid, they all should be able to crawl out without issue. 

All Renault felt in that moment was a want of food, bath, and rest. Every part of hi hurt; his arm and leg still stung with the rancid bite marks of the pests, and it was more than likely that tomorrow would only bring on more agony. But there was excitement, too. If only for a few fleeting moments, Renault felt his life's purpose return to him, that same energy that prompted him to draw his blade in the first place. 

He would think on this tonight.