A bunch of frizzy hair appeared out of a door and glanced at the group, a high pitched feminine voice sounded from within the fuzzy thing. “No need to worry! Food for six people, no one goes hungry after they have had Mili’s cooking! No person shall ever leave my table without being stuffed!”

Jace grinned at the fuzz, “That is fantastic news Mili, make what you think I will like and I will devour it with all my power!”

“With power!”

“All the power!”

“All the power!”

The fuzz bounced up and down with laughter as she and Jace fell in sync. The fuzz turned around and bounced back into the kitchen, Jace walked over to a table and sat down with a grin on his face. The others sat down at the table, the other three dudes picked on side, the two girls sat to his right. They stared at him, Weira shaking her head. She made a few gestures at him and rolled her eyes. “They always have, a little crazy makes life more fun” Jace grinned at her in response.

“What’d she say?” Floris asked

Jace shrugged, “She told me how I always seem to attract the weird and crazy people. To tell you the truth, act a little crazy and have some fun and the others who like to do the same will find you. It allows me to meet some truly interesting people.”

The rest stared at him then shrugged, the rest of the conversation was mostly about the dungeon and what they expected of it. Jace stroked his beard and thought for a second. “Perhaps the six of us should do the seventh layer together, you guys told me you were interested in gaining some bonus stats from the titles. If we get you started on the seventh then you can do it upto the nineties without much trouble. The first barrier that will be difficult to overcome will be once the creatures reach level hundred. You could rather easily gain fourty stats in each attribute with a bit of work, it would help you a great deal later on. It would also help shore up the weaknesses of specific attribute focused builds like Jerard or Qyra.”

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Floris glanced at the others and Jace noticed a silent conversation going on between them. In the end they nodded to each other and they turned to Jace. “If you and Weira would like to help us with that it would be much appreciated.” Jace turned to Weira who nodded, “Welcome aboard then, let's check this dungeon out tomorrow. For now we dine then we sleep and tomorrow we risk our lives and chop up some beasties!”

The group cheered, not to loud of course. They wouldn’t want to bother the other customers. The pudgy innkeeper had his eyes on them, a small smile on his face. Dinner arrived soon after, some plates of truly delicious smelling food made of things Jace had never seen before were served. He sniffed and almost moaned at the smell, he grabbed his utensils. “All the power of the food will become one with me now!” He yelled, from the kitchen he heard his answer. “All the power!” He grinned and ravenously tore into the food in front of him. The others were more civil in their actions and took their time to enjoy their food. It was truly delicious the food melted in his mouth as he he closed his eyes in bliss.

“We’re definitely staying here for a while.” He told the others in between bites. They nodded eagerly in agreement. After the truly superb meal, they each took their time to compliment the chef and then walked over to the innkeeper and got their rooms. In the end the girls got a room, Jerard and Plip got another and Floris and Jace the third. He’d wanted to bunk up with Weira as he usually did but she told him that she wouldn’t leave a girl as cute as Qyra alone in a room with all these boys full of their teenage issues. Jace grinned and shrugged, no skin of his back.

He and Floris entered the room and while it was nothing extraordinary it was cozy and homely. A place he wouldn’t mind staying for a while, each room even had a seperate bath, something that run of enchanted sigils and all kinds of other fancy stuff that he didn’t really understood. What he did understand was that it meant he could get in a bath with hot water without having to haul said water from a river or something. No modern style toilet unfortunately, it was another construction entirely. You would do your business in the toilet which would make the waste disappear somehow. There were a stack of linen pieces that you could use to wipe, which you put into a metal rack. Which somehow cleaned and folded the linens and put them on a pile. Creative thinking and something he was thankful for. Wiping with leaves was a risky business.

He crawled into his bed, luckily the room had two singles instead of a double. The comfort of the bed let him sink into sleep quickly.