Given what little Phil had told him about his life and untimely death... Firo can imagine the man had quite a lot of nightmares.

Firo nodded along with that reasoning, gritting his teeth in frustration. It was easier making these decisions when the only thing he had to throw away was his own life, but they had to worry about each other and some other lives. "...And the rats'll probably get it if we leave it here."

He slumped against the wall of the hut, the drama of his gesture lost when he sneezed from the cloud of dust he stirred up.

"Should we flip a coin for it? Heads we put stuff in the creepy castle, tails it goes in the haunted woods. Or I guess we could put some in both."