"All right thats a wrap!  Please stand clear of the door!  Our gates won't open for another twnty four hours!" "Damn! Are you telling me that only ten came down today?"  "Aah, I was so hungry too..." "I hope some adventurers escort a fat, ripe noble's son down here.  That would be the best..." *** Locals called it the Dungeon of the Azure Depths.  I call it home.  A grisly one, filled with human gore, deathtraps, and my closest friends.  But I didn't choose the dungeon master life.  It chose me.  Or us, to be more specific. I am one of the oldest of my people, the Scallian, and I remember how we came to live like hunted animals in the dark, wet recesses of this dungeon.  We were hunted, our entire race was almost wiped out by the weaker, sneakier humans.  And so this is my...Our revenge.  A deathtrap masquerading as a lost ruin.  Foolish, headstrong humans from the local guilds pour into my house in droves each and every day in search of treasure and the hearts of my brothers and sisters.   Once they venture too far however, they never leave.   I am the master...The Boss of this dungeon and I have been for hundreds of years.