"The raiders..?" Morom repeated. "Well there's four there, aren't there? And the others… The others can't be here, else they'd have come out by now."
Leviticus sighed an exaggerated sigh. "You seem even more eager to die than Titus was, good Morom," he said. "Now, whatever should I do, given that the only thing bleeding into my ear is bad advice…"
He looked out towards the town. The sensible option might have been to merely burn that to the ground and leave. Or hold the tunnel, and have ships sent to sail back. Do something. Anything other than charging down the tunnel.