It may take some luck, but I should be able to use that other scroll. It certainly could be useful against any further fungus ridden enemies. A lot of use for one of them, at least. Daedalus rolls up the scroll and ties it to his belt in a knot strong enough to keep it from falling to the muddy ground. Hastur takes a moment to clear his blade of any blood or ichor against his already messy pants, checking it over in the dim light. Let us press on, up into this tiny tunnel. It would be shameful to return to the dwarves with the job half done.