As they began their descent into the Pit, Renny decided it was the perfect time to go over their task. Ol' man Baro, cane tapping against the stone, moved at his own slow, deliberate pace, like the Pit itself had no power to rush him. "How do they even do this, eh? Such steep steps… no rails, no guards. What if we slipped? What if we fell all the way down there?"
Renny gave him a sidelong look. "We're demons. We'd be fine."
"Fine?" Baro scoffed, slowing even more, testing each step with the tip of his cane before putting his weight down. "That drop would smash us to splinters, then some beast would slurp us up before our bones settled. Call that 'fine'?"
Renny smirked. "You really are an old man. When you get tired of fretting, we'll still end up at the bottom the same."
Baro clicked his tongue, still skeptical. But he said nothing more, and his cautious rhythm gave Renny all the time he needed to think.
