Karrakas held up a hand. "Of course not. But there are rules you follow out here if you want to stay alive."
He counted them off.
"First. Nobody hunts alone. Not on this floor, not at your current rank, and not until you know this desert well enough to navigate it blindly, which... is another thing entirely."
He looked at each of them in turn. "Second. The moment one of you takes a serious hit, you retreat. Immediately. Not after one more kill, and not after you've cleared the area."
"The moment it happens, you pull back." He held their gaze, making sure they knew how serious he was. "I don't care how confident you feel. Confidence in a desert full of beasts with necrotic stingers is how people die slowly."
"And third?" Lukas asked.
"You go back to the city and you find a [Healer] or a [Medic]. Any class built around recovery will do. All you need to do is look out for a building with a red cross painted above its door."
