After she passed the reward for the bounty Karen flinched when she saw another customer entering her shop, the woman turned and in a split second drew her sword and cut him to pieces, "Oh, this will save some time", she said and then walked over, picked up his head and collected another bounty.
Pashi was on edge, everything in this raid was wrong, leaving the healers behind was a mistake, not taking the stupid Peasant with them a bad choice, she used her anger and frustration to keep her focus, holding a hand on the grip of her warhammer kept her as calm as she could get in these Underway tunnels.
Scraping sounds from down the hall had her finally drawing the hammer and holding it with both hands, the drain on her stamina was worth the extra second she might need in the thick of battle.
Moving step in and step out the group weaved its way into the darker deeps, the underway was the wilderness by definition and anything could happen here, with a raid from seven different guilds, including "Cashy mcCashFace" and "BrilliAnt" and another dozen unaffiliated players was a definite call for troubles.
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"Hey watch out" their scout Meha shouted just before Pashi plummeted into a pit. "didn't you see my sign?", he walked over and pointed to a small wooden sign with the word [TRAP] inscribed in glowing ink.
"Got distracted", she said the wrong thing, "won't happen again".
"Yea" he mulled his words, "maybe you should step back", his suggestion sounded like a slur, "let Hark take the lead".
Walking behind the heavy armored Harkle Sparkle was nerve wrecking, he made so much noise Pashi could barely hear her own thoughts, scraping the walls with an elbow, crushing stalactites with a gauntleted fist, the only good thing about the underway was you needed special mounts to travel and he apperantly didn't have one.
Crushing into metal mountain jarred Pashi back to the game around her, the were entering a large cavern and the sign said [Danger, Trogs and Morgs] that would explain the scraping sounds she heard before.
"This is a standard Trog hamlet" Meha whispered when they all gathered up, "I could count two shamans and twenty one Trog Hunter s" he pointed at the cave "so we should crush through the first barricade" his hand moved to the right "and then kill the shamans before they can use summoning rituals".
Harkle pulled out his glave, "dont waste your spelld for some measely trogs", he looked around the group "LETS MOVE OUT" he barked in a commanding voice "RRRRAAAAAAGHGHGGGGHHH".