[b]”... Hmm. I’m losing my touch.”[/b]

A voice came from the darkness as a figure soon came into view. One hand up in peace, but the other holding onto a crossbow ready to fight as well. The man who came out though looked... [url=https://i.imgur.com/Hxo2COT.jpg]Ghoulish[/url]. But he spoke without any difficulty, albeit with a raspy voice. [b]”Seeing that you’ve gotten pass the traps you must not be full ghoul. But doesn’t meant you aren’t bandits. Names Hunter, from Underhaven. And you all?”[/b] 

Donny already had his pistol out, but also didn’t start aiming until he was certain what was going on. He glanced to Cat before speaking quickly and tersely. [color=firebrick]”Donny. Gunsmith. Came to Underhaven looking for a new home.”[/color] Donny realized what sort of a perilous position he and  at were in right now. They were surrounded by traps with little to no cover, effectively sitting ducks. Whereas Hunter didn’t have any traps and was just on the edge of visible range; it wouldn’t take more than a few steps to be covered in darkness, making it impossible for Donny to see him and only barely visible for Cat. The tunnels meant there wasn’t that much room for him to maneuver, but also meant even [i]less[/i] for Donny and Cat.