The thought of such a mission, far more unpleasant than what they'd just faced, has Inessa grimacing briefly. "Trust me, I will avoid such an outcome at all costs. What we have now is more than enough to keep us occupied, I believe." She pats Garahel, who whines at the notion of going to such a place. Even brave war hounds have their limits.

Swirling around the remaining wine in her glass, she nods sympathetically. Anders has already done so much for this project, and pressing more on him isn't going to happen. He deserves a reprieve. "Perhaps another will surface before long? Or you can always try suggesting a mission that just happens to take us to such a place. I have a feeling there are plenty of us who would not refuse."