Lento wasn't sure whether he should even trust a mask made by an alchemist that almost killed him, but, nevertheless, it smelled like it was working. Though the sewer stunk so much that he could literally see green, noxious vapours coming out of the hole in the ground, it wasn't all that bad with the mask on. Did a proper job of filtration, if nothing else. Peering into the pit, Lento shrugged as Ron asked for volunteers.
"I'll go in," he said, readying an arrow. Without another word, the archer strode to the edge of the hole, closed his eyes, listened for any sign of an insect skittering about, and then dropped in, ready to shoot down the first thing that jumped at him.