"Where the hell are they, that'd you have to open with that?" Furor asked.

"How about you shut up and-" the woman was interrupted by Mr. Bentley.

"Now, settle down. Like I was saying it is somewhere dangerous. I didn't even know it existed before this week. I only coincidentally learned about it through an old encyclopaedia." Mr. Bentley paused before he continued. "It's apparently the ruins of an old dungeon."

People in the room started looking at each other and mumbling began.

"A dungeon?" It was Elizabeth who questioned this first. "Are you sure Mr. Bentley? Last I recalled this parish had no history of them."

"I was just as shocked as you were but that was the only explanation." He responded.

"Explanation? Are their circumstances surrounding the dungeon?"

"You could say that. The dungeon was associated with a parish adjacent to us. However, at some point, it appears our boundaries were modified so the land that encompassed it became a part of Eater's Mound."

"I find it a bit hard to believe that would fly unnoticed." She responded.

"Trust me, I did too, until I found the encyclopaedia entry. Do you want to know what it said?" He paused before continuing. "Not much is known about this dungeon other than the fact it was conquered and all valuables have been looted. The church has decided it must remain untouched. That was it."

"The church? Which one?" The woman present asked.

"I bet it's the Church of Raphael, those guys are super snooty."

"What'd you say about me?"

"No, I mean those guys that work closely in the church. You're cool."

"It's none of the four churches you and I know. I looked in the references for the source that mentioned that quote and it was a book from nearly five hundred years ago." Mr. Bently continued.

"Five hundred?" Several present repeated in shock.

"Though I'm not sure how many of you know this but this was before the split of the churches."

"Are you saying the original church declared this?" Elizabeth asked.

"At least part of it. It says there's nothing there but I feel that statement must be somewhat false if the church decided it must be untouched."

"Can we even go there?" One asked.

"Of course, we're gonna go there. The people, hell even the organisation who told people to stay away from it, doesn't exist anymore, so why does it matter what they said?" Furor said.

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"While Mr. Graham's language is somewhat crude, I do believe his fundamental message is correct. As far as I can tell none of the churches have issued any statement regarding it. There should be no problem entering and exiting. After all, if they were watching it, they would have realised our friends have taken residence there."

"But do we really need to limit our numbers to only the exceptionally strong for such a place?" The woman asked.

"Well, I do prefer it if we are careful. It is a dungeon after all. Who knows what mechanisms could be left unchecked or worse, refurbished under their new owners. Well then, now that I've adequately explained this problem, I suppose there'd be no better time to start discussing our assault."

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While not unused to skipping breakfast (or not eating for days entirely), he knew it was a bad habit and very much appreciated the lifestyle change of having three guaranteed meals a day. He didn't waste any time walking by the village where he found the rabbits.

"Where the hell are you walking? We've skipped so much game I'm beginning to question if you even know how to hunt." Tina said while following behind him.

"I want to gather enough meat to never have to hear you complain for a month at least," Tibaut responded as he kept walking.

"Complain? You finished all the meat and now you have the balls to say I'm complaining!?"

"Even if it was justified, it'd still be considered complaining."

"Whatever."

They kept walking until the village was in sight. Tina looked to the side and noticed a massive wheat farm.

"Tibaut, did you not hear me talk about meat? We already had enough flour back at the mansion to make bread. (Tsk, I was just trying to piss him off. I didn't think he'd waste our time by coming here.)"

Realising the error of her way, she decided it would be better to use violence to get Tibaut annoyed in the future.

As they continued they noticed various dead rabbits on the floor, with some starting to gather flies.

"Uh, Tibaut, what is this place?" She asked.

"Somewhere we can get as much meat as we need."

As they walked, the frequency of the rabbits grew and Tina grew worried. ("Uh no, don't tell me this guy is some sort of loony. Shit, maybe he felt emboldened when Elizabeth left!")

As Tina considered turning around, feeling almost overpowered by the scenery, she stopped when she heard shouting coming from the village.

"Huh, wasn't this loud the last time I was here."

She decided to stick with Tibaut a bit longer and eventually walked with him into the village. As they walked into the village, they noticed a crowd gathered in the centre.

Trying to get a better view, the pair climbed onto a nearby rooftop to watch what had gathered so much attention.

In the middle of the crowd were two groups of men arguing.

"Huh, the fuck are talking about, you assholes?" One man said irate.

In the group of the men gathered, Tibaut recognised the village chief on one of the opposing sides. He was the one to next open his mouth.

"You heard me, this problem was caused by you lot!" He shouted.

"Oh really now, we just magically made them appear to ruin our crops? Get real you geezer, this was all your fault."

"You talk about magic yet that is the only way we could be involved in this crock of shit."

"Don't bullshit me, me pa used to say one of the bastards round here used to keep rabbits."

"Well, your pa's full of shit!"

The other man looked ready to throw a blow and Tibaut decided to stop in before it got ugly.

He shot off a firelance between them. The one who attempted to throw the punch fell back to his feet while the village chief immediately looked over to the cause of the ruckus.

"Oi, it's the red-headed adventurer."

The entire crowd turned around and started cheering for him.

"Huh? It's that guy who fought Ezekiel."

"You boys are fucked now, that's a friend of ours."

The men started sweating bullets when they heard this.

"Fucking hell, these guys can afford an adventurer? Let's move for the time being boys."

One of them picked him up and they hurriedly pushed through the crowd to make their exit.