"Nah, man. Shit's terrible for your health." Tovi turns it upside-down, squints between paper, path, path, paper. "Think it says we're going in that,"

He points a pinky at the burnt-out farmhouse cresting a far hill. Lightning flashes dramatically behind it. The wind picks up slightly. Vaguely ominous music dances through the back of his mind. These are all absolutely, positively good omens for what lies ahead, but you'll have to forgive him if he's having second thoughts.

And third. Maybe fourth. Smells like something died out here — but that may just be Oghren's impressive diaphragm at work.

"Then we've got to dig."