"Ok, I think it is safe to say that we have to harvest this chamber," Thor, even as someone who had lost some of his comrades, did not allow for himself to lose his head.
Their words were something king Solas had made them repeat until it became a part of their identity. They were destined to die.
If not here, then in some other dungeon.
"We have to burn the dead," but Pala had always had a soft heart. Thor knew that one day the mage would lose it. He hated himself for giving her life lessons so that could happen faster.
"We can't waste the firewood," Thor shot the idea outright. Even if a fire in a cavern was suicide, it was still better than freezing to death.
They could not afford to stay without a light source. Without a way to cook their food.
If they managed to turn the food into something that did not consider them food, that is.
