"Not yet," Martel says, grimacing in the dark - he has a very small staff, you know, he can't exactly spare them. (And he'd never hear the end of it from Candice and Eirene if somebody got killed in the caves.)

(His light down here, for reference, is at the tip of a knife - two birds with one stone, and all.)

"Cursed creatures are hidden from detection, besides," he notes, after a moment. It has the unspoken addendum 'where I'm from', because everybody present is aware that there are no multiversal truths. Just some that are more common than others.

Creatures or people, as a further note, but one person tooling around the caves probably wouldn't fuck with their centre of gravity, now, would they?