By the time the caravan reached the Asylum of Blood, they were no longer talking to one another. Neither could come to terms with the nature of the other, and they were both bitter.
Sebastian for being judged by someone who had blood on his hands, both as the result of combat and accidentally. And Edwin because he felt guilty, the reality that he had brought upon such a calamity on the people of Duria, the Surian Theocracy and Harika knew to whom else, dawning on him.
The chief caravanner, Callahan, agreed to stay and wait for them for three days. Any longer and they would be written off as dead. Abandoned in the cold desert for the snakes that dwelled within the dungeon.
The only good thing Edwin had heard about the dungeon was that it had medicinal herbs growing inside its core room. He planned to get samples to gift to the nearest town, so they wouldn't be lost. The rest of the dungeon he was going to pull down, brick by brick.