Kas kept a close look on their rear (not Korrin's) as they walked, already really tired of this disgusting place and the wetness. To his credit, he's not complaining the slightest and instead taking his job quite seriously.

Clutching his new bow, he makes sure to wipe the wetness of the bowstring and keep it ready, the glimmer of the curved dragon wings lessened with charcoal and mud to not give away their position too easily. he would polish it for hours when he came home, but for now?

Time to be sneaky.

...he's not so sneaky when he steps on an arm left over by some undead and squeaks, but hey. That shit is gross.