Hanner's face remains split in the broad grin it's carried for the majority of your acquaintance with him. He seems unfazed by the deadly task before you, and the mercenary glint in his eye at the prospect of silver from the mine ahead is quite apparent.
"This seems like a perilous cavern,
so lit by a singular lantern.
In finding the source
(of the sickness, of course),
it's good we start not in a tavern."
He frowns at the near-rhyme, clearly not pleased with the word selection, then shrugs, smiling again, and gestures to Vidar to lead the way.