"Wouldn't dream of it," Johanna mutters, wanting nothing more than to sink her elbow into Danik's face and relish the crunch of smashed cartilage but finding herself too fatigued by the day's events to act on that impulse (and besides, she doesn't have her son back yet), "How far to the crypts? Are you even sure your ancestor is there?" Stupid Danik and his stupid ancestor! For all he knows it's just a hoax, meant to draw them all into a Dark Side trap. The Dark Side is good like that. Good at luring people into untimely deaths and then laughing about it! "How can you even be sure your holocron is the real deal?" Danik probably doesn't want to hear any of this though, so she grows silent again and simply keeps her senses sharp for any more monsters that would pop out of the woodwork (or in