Kardan lit a lantern; holding it steady in his left hand, rapier ready in the right, he carefully advanced into the murky gloom, on the lookout for other unwelcome surprizes, beckoning the others to follow when he felt it was safe.
Under his shirt, a dozen medallions of various gods of trickery, larceny and fortune filled him with confidence. Did he not steal the emerald-adorned charm of Dame Chance from a fat merchant whom She apparently no longer favored? He did. Did he not bet it in gambling whenever the stakes were high and he had "that" feeling of Her presence? He did, and it always came back, accompanied by shiny coin and sparkling jewel; from those he always let a priest have a pick.
Confident, he braved the depths.