<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/06/Tamba_Amica_Vedaa.jpeg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Tamba Amica (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1BuTOJY_uJ6JM3Cvj_4VQL7PyH0X1k2tRYmLh5ChP9D0/edit)</strong></span><br/><br/>The stupidity compounds itself. They met a woman, one who just happened to be hanging around the crypt. Then this leader gets the idea to open the crypt, his bed honey protectorate probably instigated it. Of course she did. Then she sacrificed these men to the hunger of those trapped here. Oh, what she needed to pay for, but could he bring it to her? He wasn't sure he could do anything to a woman aside from capture her. Make her pay for the crime. And see about clearing the threat. Would their weapons be enough? One way to find out. Tamba stepped out behind the men. back to the corner so he could watch them ascend the exit. Should they be following, could they try to seal the crypt? He did not know the rituals. "Does anyone know the rituals to seal this... place? Leave them down here to meet their fate and just lock the door?" His words might be seen as cowardice, or prudence, or justice. He wasn't sure within himself, and so. He decided to push forward. He convinced himself to stiffen his spine before anyone could answer. "No, we deal with what is here, and we live on. Save the living if we can." He could not turn his back on that side of himself, but he did not have to hide to save lives.