> Dungeon Status:
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> Tier 2
> Level 25/100
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> Heart 2,250,000/2,250,000
> Experience 99,925/562,500
> Workers 30/157
> Monsters 11/159
> Traps 118/384
> Food 7,945
> Timber 7,322
> Iron 2,292
> Steel 905
> Mithril 970
> Mithril Ore 0
> Adamantine 916
> Adamantine Ore 0
> Charcoal 3,658
> Mana 5,370
> Rock 1,331
> Gold 39,103
> Leather 216
> Leather Sludge 215
> Lava 501
> Ice 10
> Glass 483
> Explosive Runes 30
> Triggered Explosive Runes 0
> Triggered Explosive Runes (repeating) 0
> Long Guns 30
> Bullets 400
> Black Powder 400
> Poison, Greater 500
> Deadly Scorpion Venom 76
> Sulfur 708
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> Quest: Kill 100 city dwellers.
> Quest: Half populate your dungeon: Workers 30/66 | Monsters 10/67 | Traps 118/162
> Quest: Delve to the bottom of a dungeon with at least 20 floors.
Another sixty thousand gold had been shipped into the city (and the associated gold node mined out completely), the mithril node had been wrung dry, and every single storage warehouse upgraded. Finally, he'd upgraded Penelope's boss room to have a Hoard, Lair, and an upgrade to Lair he'd found: Hospital.
The Hospital upgrade boosted health and mana regeneration in the room, and he got to bind another creature to Penelope's cohort as a dedicated healer.
"Hey, uh, Felna?" Travis had waited until she was awake. He didn't like the idea of intruding on her time too much, but on the flip side she was getting paid in addition to being his minion.
"Mmm. My favorite dungeon." Felna was laying on the highest floor of the wizard tower, stretched out on her back and reading over the scriptures of her deity. "I was meditating, but for you I will always make time. What is the topic for today?"
"I've been working on upgrades for some overlooked rooms in the dungeon. All my warehouses are now at least two and a half times bigger. Don't ask how that works—I don't know. The other one was Penelope's boss room was able to become a Lair and then Hospital. Mana and health regenerate faster there, and I can assign a healer to the room."
"You already have Brayden in there. Why not make him the healer and slot someone else into the role of cohort?" Felna still hadn't moved a muscle. She was content to absorb what sun there was and keeping her side of the conversation as the only sign that anything had changed at all. "Then you could add Astrid or one of the wolves."
"There is Fife and Squishy in the next room over. Having a second healer there is a good idea. Also, I'll be asking Astrid or a wolf if they want to bunk with Fife." Travis got to the crux of the matter. "I'd really like if you accepted this, but if you don't—"
"I never said I wouldn't." Sitting up, Felna stretched out various muscles in ways that would make a contortionist blush before standing up.
It took Travis a moment before he realized she'd been laying down without her armor or a shirt on, mostly because his attention had been focused through her eyes. As always, however, there were lizards everywhere. "If you need some time to—"
"Stop it. Ugh. What is it with you and being so gentle all the time? You're a dungeon!" Reaching for a long shirt she'd worn to the top of the tower, Felna pulled it on and started to walk down the stairs while Travis sputtered in her head. "Too much flirting and I'll have Pen upset with me, and seeing as she's a dragon—I don't want that."
It was getting exasperating to Travis, but he couldn't stop listening to her going on and on about it. By the time she reached Penelope's room, his non-existent ears were burning. She froze, though, and was staring at Penelope in shock. It took a moment for Travis to realize she was actually staring at the almost forty thousand gold in a pile at Penelope's feet.
"Trav said we have room for another healer in here. You want the job?" Penelope asked Felna.
"That depends. Are you going to spend the next five minutes mincing words and asking me if I do or not, even after I said yes?" Felna seemed completely fearless as she walked over and crouched at the edge of the gold pile. Running her hand through it, she couldn't help but laugh. "I've never seen this much gold before."
"You want it? Take whatever gold you can carry out." Penelope flashed her teeth at Felna, as if daring the feline kin to take her up on it.
"No thank you. I know how heavy this stuff is when you try to carry more than a handful of coins, and I also know that I'll get mobbed outside if I literally carried out armloads of gold." Crouching down, Felna raised an eyebrow. "So, are you going to—" Felna's eyes widened and she trembled for a moment.
Travis could feel mana pouring into her, and noticed she seemed to have a firmer sense in his dungeon. He waited until she stopped looking quite so discombobulated to ask, "So, how is it?"
"Like I had a million little pains all over me from bones that I'd broken, wounds I'd taken, and even weird diseases from rot dungeons—and they're all gone now. I don't know how or why, but I feel stronger, tougher, and I think Sandwalker is purring somewhere."
"'Purring'?" Penelope asked.
"Yes. It's smug and annoying, but it is a sign you've done something that pleases them. What's up with the gods being invested in this? Brayden said that Brogdar has been supporting him too. That was partly why I trusted you—for all Brogdar and his followers seem single-minded sometimes, they absolutely won't abide evil." Looking down at her hands, Felna frowned. "I think I'm the only person I've ever met that became a dungeon boss encounter, excluding kobolds."
Penelope shrugged her shoulders. "Don't try to get me to explain how any of this works or anything. I don't know of any other kin that have been made into a dungeon monster. You and Axel are the first. Oh, and Astrid."
"Never seen a girl with so much fur be so unwilling to keep it clean." Sniffing in disdain, Felna pointed a claw at Penelope. "You make sure she and her friends wash regularly, or Travis will be smelling more like dirty dog than fresh gold."
"Anyway," Travis said, trying to regain some semblance of involvement in the conversation, "I've got a big project down in the south of the dungeon. Would you two like to help?"
"Travis, of course we will," Felna said, smiling wide enough to show off her own full complement of teeth.
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Fife was getting bored waiting for everyone to arrive. Propped against the wall in the south-west area, she was gazing into a large mana shrine with Brayden and Jack beside her. All three of them being kobolds made her oddly happy, and the two of them felt like brothers to her. "Think we'll find another cave scorpion? That was fun to fight."
Brayden sighed. "We don't know how far we have to dig this out. If we run into mana shrines or ore nodes—"
"It would be easier with the ore node if we mine it out, right? Even if we leave a pile on the ground, it's better to have this closer than further out," Jack said.
Nodding, Brayden ran his claws over the rock wall behind him. "It would be great if we find a gold vein. You heard what Stephan needs?"
Fife drew her sword and started inspecting the blade. There were one or two marks on it, and she knew every single one was from fighting Hilda. "Over three million gold, right? Buying Brolly and his friends peerage, or so he said. No clue why. We should just pass a law that allows everyone to punch nobles in the face. It would solve more problems than making more nobles."
Inhaling the mana-rich air, Brayden waggled his hand side to side. "Brolly isn't so bad. Besides, you could be drinking in a lord's tavern, Fife."
"Maybe you could marry him and be Lady Fife!" Jack said, then broke into laughter.
"Hey, Trav, it only costs a million gold to get a title, right? How long until I get that much?" Fife asked.
"You can't, Fife. There is more than gold involved. Being city founders is the basis of their case. The gold is simply to grease the wheels. Why would you want a title?" Travis asked, genuinely curious.
"There's another reason for sending all that gold." Stephan walked into the room, hefting a pickaxe to his shoulder. "Normally a city is taxed in many little ways to ensure they support the kingdom and all it provides to them. That's a nice and steady flow in bits and pieces. Sending three million gold to the court of King Brave will be a big statement about our loyalty. The city, I mean."
"So we bribe the king? We can do that?" Fife asked.
"Yes, but we don't call it a bribe. He knows it's a bribe, we know it's a bribe, everyone else definitely knows it's a bribe but, if they say that, they are accusing the king of taking it. So the king, thankful that we show our loyalty, honors the three council members with titles for doing such a good job building their city. There are downsides, too. It advertises Northridge as a rich town." The sound of heavy footsteps approaching made Stephan look down the tunnel. Tannyr and Penelope were approaching, the former in the lead.
"I hope you're ready for a brawl," Tannyr said, "because we have a ton to excavate, and I can feel it in my bones that there's something out there."
"Of course there will be, now." Fife grabbed up her shield and helmet, walking for the door to the south-west tunnel. "I was reading about this, and it's something Trav's people figured out. If you say something bad will happen, then something fun is definitely going to happen." She flashed her teeth in a grin.
Snorting and following her to the door, Jack didn't make the mistake of trying to push past her. "Yeah, Fife, but you like fighting these things."
Snorting with laughter, Fife nodded. "Yeah, okay, you got my number there. Alright, so the best way to get started on this, since we're mining blind here, is that I'll stay beside Tannyr while she starts. When we get a bit of tunnel opened up into a wider area, then Pen can come in too."
"I like this plan," Tannyr said. Advancing to the door of the southern-most small mana shrine, she opened it and walked up to the stone at the far end of the room. She pressed her claws against the rock and closed her eyes. "There is iron. Not close, but it's dead ahead. I can feel the mana shrine to the right, and more iron and mana off, further, to the left. Trav, I keep moving on a straight line, right, through any nodes until we don't find one for ten sections?"
"Yeah. That will ensure that the space will not be intruded on by any mana or resource nodes. This is exactly the problem I want to fix. Another village will mean the lizards can keep up exploring nodes as I create them. Two will give me some wiggle room in the future." Travis hated asking them to mine on the third level, given the danger it had proved to be, but it was better to get this done now and not after it had become the fourth level—or so he reasoned.
"Hold on. I thought we were just digging one?" Fife asked.
"Get with the program, newbie." Tannyr stuck her tongue out at Fife and, while a living pile of adamantine spluttered, started digging.
Brayden and Jack went before Penelope, waiting right behind Tannyr and Fife, with Stephan and Penelope in the back. As she watched Tannyr digging, Penelope asked, "Why'd you come down for this?" directing her question to Stephan.
Pulling out a pickaxe, Stephan tossed it from hand to hand a few times as he spoke. "Because I don't get to mine as much as I like. It's nice to get my mind off all this politics and maneuvering. Even Fife likes to dig sometimes."
"That's a lie!" Fife shouted. "A blatant lie spread by malcontents."
Breaking through, after a few more sections of digging, Tannyr laughed aloud. "Can I call 'em, or can I call 'em?" She walked up to the iron vein she'd dug into and ran her claws over it. "You'll get to be part of a railway."
While the others piled up in the room, Fife walked around the huge iron-bearing node. "Trav, you'll want a door after the mana node."
"I can handle that." Edging past Penelope, Stephan enjoyed the whole adventure this was becoming. "I remember when we first got doors."
"We have so many now. Okay, there's the plan for one. Another ordinary, iron-cored door." Ever since the bug things that ate mana, Travis felt more than a little paranoid about blocking off all his mana shrines. "So, ten more squares out from there, Tannyr, and we should be fine to put down the first lizard village."
"Got it." Tannyr rolled her shoulder joints as much as they would rotate and then got back to digging. Ten sections later and she stopped. "Now you're going to mark an area for me to start on, right?" As soon as she finished saying it, Tannyr felt the pull of the rock. "That's it. Give me something to dig for you, Travis, and keep mining forever!"
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With all their preparations and planning for the worst, Stephan and Tannyr cleared out the whole first room over the course of a day's work. With grumbles from Fife over all the fights they could have had, they got some rest and returned the next day ready to go.
Only to find a very disgruntled Ludmiller standing in the entrance with her taloned hands on her hips. "You thought you could build more lizard villages without me?"
Tannyr rolled her eyes and headed for where the second village would be. "You're the queen of lizards on the second floor. This is the bottom floor."
"Ahem. I am queen of lizards on every floor. Tell her, Trav!"
Sighing audibly, Travis said, "Ludmiller is the lizard queen. I agreed to this when—when she was doing good work during the siege."
"Exactly! So, as my first lizard decree, I will build all the lizard villages!" Turning her back on the group, Ludmiller walked to the middle of the already cleared room. "Travis, let's do this."
Turning his attention to what interface he had access to, Travis noticed his gold was spiking up nicely. Nearly two hundred thousand gold now, and most of it was stuffed in his one specially upgraded gold warehouse and Penelope's lair. "Okay, here goes."
At the exact same time as Travis triggered the room construction, Tannyr broke a block that opened out into a huge cave.
"Pulling back! Fife!" Tannyr had practiced this in her mind many times now, and since the practice with building on the top floor, it was much smoother for her to remove herself from danger and let Fife face it.
Two arrows smacked into Fife's raised shield, earning a laugh from the woman. "On your toes! Whatever's in here can use a weapon!" Peering into the darkness, it always weirded her out that her ability to see in the dark seemed to halt at the edges of the dungeon.
"Luddy, they've got a fight next door," Travis said to Ludmiller, then repeated a broadcast to all the combat-focused folk of the dungeon. He watched through Fife's eyes as more arrows clanged against her armor and, finally, Brayden cast an illumination spell in front of Fife's feet.
Glad for the light, Fife shifted her shield up as a spindly, pale-skinned goblin with the lower body of a spider swung a sword her way. "Goblins! Uh, spider goblins! Jack, gimme some support here."
While he listened to Brayden begging his god for protection, Jack examined the goblin drider and started a chilling spell that he hoped worked as well on the enemy as it did on normal spiders.
Watching the drider's legs ice up and become rooted in place, Travis spoke fast to forestall a quick kill. "Can we try talking to them first?"
The question surprised Fife, but it put the worm of an idea in her head. "Yeah. Hey, stop hitting me!" She'd shouted the words at the stuck goblin, but it continued to try to attack her. "You only have a steel knife you— Stop hitting me with that!"
"Brayden," Jack said, "do you detect evil in this creature?"
For the first time in his life, when using the blessing from his god that let him cut to the core of a creature's darker motives, Brayden felt rebounded. "I can't feel evil in it, but it's like it's not there instead of being not evil. I don't know."
Not willing to completely ignore the creature's blade, Fife saw other driders approaching from the edge of Brayden's spell. "Your call, Trav. What do you want us to do? There are more coming."
Travis watched as more arrows bounced off Fife and another of the driders reached her, only to find that she can deal with two at once easily. In the distance, there were more coming. "It sounds like—like they're not even alive. Just weird dungeon-stuff." When he saw the drider, though, there was a single face he saw reflected in the wild expression—Mixie. "Katelyn! Can you get down here?"
"We don't have time, Trav," Penelope said, watching as more of the monsters started to rush at them out of the darkness. "If you can't come up with something, we gotta start clearing them."
There were four of the driders stacked up on Fife now. She wasn't tall enough to stop them skittering over her head, but when Penelope squeezed up behind her, Travis knew none would get past. "Sorry, Katelyn, false alarm. Okay, everyone, clear them out."
Using her talons to shove the drider that had reached her, Penelope took a deep breath and glared at the creature as it tried to race toward her. Fife didn't need Travis shouting in her head to know when Penelope started breathing. She stepped back several paces so that she stood under Penelope's jaw and let the driders experience the acidic breath as it poured over them and dissolved their exposed flesh.
Travis wished he could close Penelope and Fife's eyes so he wouldn't see the driders dissolve. They would need a plan for next time. Possibly-intelligent enemies meant there was a chance to rescue them from whatever the dungeon system was doing, but right now they didn't seem to be intelligent.
A new sense of vision edged past Penelope and Fife, sliding easily toward where their tunnel opened out into a huge cave. Travis had a message pop up for him, asking if he wanted to send a single minion in to possibly get a big reward. "Hold on, Luddy, I have something coming up saying we can get a reward if only one of you tackle this area."
"Fife," everyone but Fife said at once.
"Me," Fife said, then laughed. "Okay, so how does it work? I gotta kill my way through all this? What if I don't have the damage to kill whatever it is in there?"
Penelope huffed out a breath that sizzled on the wall beside her. "I'll go. I can't heal, and I can't fly in there, but I don't think any of this can stop me." Making no attempt to hold back, Penelope pushed past Fife and then Ludmiller, swatting the driders with her talons and trusting her claws to do their lethal best.
Their lethal best was very effective.
Wading into the open chamber, Penelope reevaluated her idea of sending Fife in and realized a lone, conventional fighter would have been a bad choice. There was movement all around her and, even with Brayden casting more light spells behind her, many were still hard to see.
Penelope wished she had Hilda with her again. The pair of them had practically danced together in the field, every motion designed to decapitate and destroy. Now she was left in a solo dance that made her feel more unwieldy than she knew herself to be.
Arrows skidded and deflected from Penelope's hide, and Fife found herself sighing at the sight of a dragon causing devastation. "Some days I wish I could do half that much damage. Look at her go."
"Fife's in looooove," Ludmiller said, leaning up against her friend while Jack used his magic to completely freeze an approaching drider. "Does Trav know you have a thing for strong girls?"
"You've heard how much she goes on about those two snipers who took out Hilda's sister, right?" Travis asked, earning him a laugh from everyone, even Fife. "How are you faring in there, Pen?"
"I dealt with all the spider goblins, now it's orcs with four arms each that I'm facing. Still nothing more than I can handle, and there seems to be less of these than the goblins." Of all her appendages, Penelope was finding her tail to be most useful in this kind of fighting. The enemies kept trying to get around to her sides, and all it took was a big swish of her body and she could send a whole group of them away at high speed. "Does Fife really like me?"
"Probably." Travis kept his voice focused just for Penelope. "She isn't taking her eyes off you, but I think she looks at Astrid the same. She likes anyone who has a unique fighting style."
Clearing away the last of the orcs by removing its upper torso from its lower, Penelope spoke while waiting for the next wave to come. "She's going to have a lot of friends in Astrid's pack, and if we get Hilda to hang around, they're going to be best friends."
"Hopefully she can find someone to be more than friends with, so she stops watching my girlfriend's tail."
Penelope smirked, and was about to reply until she saw the troll step out of the darkness. It was wearing plates of dull metal draped around its huge form in a comically bad mix of armor plating with big gaps between. Swinging her wings up, Penelope brought them down and forward while doing a little hop.
Rushing backwards and getting some space, Penelope inhaled for another breath of acid and sprayed it out before her in a line of misty death.
The acid didn't seem to do much to the troll except make it more angry. It charged at Penelope and held up a rusty mace that looked to be nothing more than a boulder impaled by a spike of steel.
Turning to one side, Penelope tried to lure the troll to attack her head—which worked—and then swung her tail to knock it off its feet—which didn't work. When the weight of the mace came down on her left shoulder, pain exploded from both her foreleg and her wing joints. Penelope screamed in pain and lost control. Grabbing at the troll with her right foreleg, she started to savage it with her teeth, clawing at its face with her right wing.
Infuriated at the raking claws, the troll dropped its mace and grabbed Penelope's neck with both huge hands and then brought its leg up.
The crack echoed through the chamber as the monster's knee hit Penelope's neck between its hands. The troll turned to look at the entrance of the cave and roared.
Travis swore a whole string of swear words. Penelope, who had just appeared in his mental space, likely heard every one of them. "Screw it. Get in there everyone. Kill that damn thing!"
"Trav, you don't have to get so worked up. Fife and Brayden will lock it down while Jack and Luddy kill it. We only lose out on the reward for solo killing it. I need to get better at using my body." Penelope could watch what was going on. "I don't get how you can look at things through so many eyes at once. Which one of these is Fife?"
"Fife is the one with no one in front of them. She's kinda awesome like that." Travis got the close-range view of Fife raising her shield toward the huge mace as the troll brought its weapon down at her. It would have been utterly terrifying for him, were it not for Brayden's view behind her and seeing her barely flinch as the huge weight came down. What shocked Travis was seeing Stephan walking forward with the others. "Uh…? Crap! Sorry. Forget that order. Can you please go in and kill it if you want?"
Stephan sighed as the mental grip left his mind. He rocked on his feet for a second and took stock of things. "Thanks, Trav."
"Oh, this guy's gonna be fun. Hey, Jack, you want to slow him down for me?" The next swing that came at Fife was a horizontal swipe that was aimed at her head. Ducking and raising her shield, she deflected the mace upward while she pushed in close and cut at the heavy corded muscles of the troll's leg.
Waiting for Fife to get her sword free of the troll, Jack started to work his normal slowing spell, wrapping it around the enemy, but having to feed more power than normal into it before it took and started to do its work. "It's slowed, Fife. Don't know for how long."
"Long enough! Ugh." Fife winced as the mace came down again and again, the troll swapping hands to send it back at her faster. "It's not moving slower!" The only consolation was that with it wailing on her, and her shield holding, it wasn't going after her allies.
Ludmiller had spent the time Fife bought them to stalk around behind the troll. It showed no indication it had noticed her, even as she laced her daggers with scorpion venom. Even as she got in the perfect position, and readied herself to leap up on the troll's back, she thought about having some new daggers made.
A pair of stabbing pains in its back was the first warning the furious troll had of Ludmiller's attack. It tried to twist and brush the kobold that'd dug her sickle claws into its back off, but she'd pressed herself tight against its spine, and in the act of trying, opened itself up to more attacks from Fife.
The change, when Fife looked up and saw Ludmiller's ghostly form extending her daggers and ramming them into the thick muscles around the troll's neck, was startling. All its attention shifted to that spot and it was everything Fife could do to hack at its legs, slam her shield into it, scream and shout insults—and still it was focused on getting Ludmiller's knives out and her off.
And removing herself from the situation was exactly what Ludmiller wanted to do. Pulling her knives free, she pushed up and back with her claws still dug into the troll and vaulted over its reaching arms. When it spun around to deal with her, and couldn't see her, she smiled wickedly at what Fife was preparing to do.
Grinning like a fiend, Fife had to struggle not to shout at the troll as she brought her blade across and into its legs. Its hamstrings, though, were far tougher than they had any right to be, so although she would have removed any lesser enemy's ability to stand, the troll turned around to stop her from trying again.
Jack started with firing ice spears at the troll. Aiming at its head and upper torso seemed safest since Fife was so much smaller than it. None of the pillars seemed to do much more than distract it, but even still a distraction was enough, he hoped.
The troll seemed far slower to Fife now, and something had stolen much of its strength. Her only guess was the rime around its legs, not that she had time for too much contemplation when it was still a significant threat.
Brayden, who had watched Fife's titanic fight with the troll and decided she could tank it well enough, had turned his attention and magic onto Penelope. Bringing a kobold or a human back from the dead was a surprisingly small prayer for him now, but a dragon was something far different. He had to invest every inch of Penelope with his magic before he could even start to impart life into her.
"Oh!" Penelope giggled as she was pulled away from Travis and back into her body. Aches and pains from having her neck broken faded and she got to her feet and shook herself off. The fight was much easier to make sense of through her own eyes, and the first thing she did was aim her breath at the troll's head and exhale a scorching line of acid into its face.
The double dose of venom, combined with having its face burned and hamstrings half-cut, made the troll slow down significantly. It turned all its rage on the seemingly immobile kobold right in front of it. Forsaking its mace, it balled its huge hands into fists and started to hammer Fife over and over again.
Of the two fists, Fife could only catch one swing in two on her shield, while the other kept thudding into her armor. She got sick of getting punched and tried to parry one of its swings, only to have her arm hit instead. Pain blossomed as a loud snap sounded. Clenching her teeth, ignoring the way her arm bent the wrong way now, she huddled behind her shield and weathered the blows while Penelope and Ludmiller both piled onto the troll.
The pain eased, though, as Fife felt Brayden and his god's touch pour into her. Even while she blocked and took the troll's fury, she worked her arm—reigniting the agony of the fracture—to ensure it pulled into the right shape as it healed.
Jack did his best to chill the troll. Though his magic slid off it as often as he got anything to stick, he slowed the rain of blows on Fife to a crawl, buying Penelope and Ludmiller plenty of chances to get strikes in and get out of the troll's way again.
After nearly three minutes of wailing on it, eventually the troll dropped to one knee. It reached out to Fife with one hand, lost its fingers to her sword, then grabbed her around her midsection with the other. As it raised her up toward its filthy mouth, she braced her shield out and between herself and its crushing jaw.
Finally, after doing her best to find the spot she wanted at the back of the troll's neck, Ludmiller jumped up to its shoulders, braced herself in place by digging a dagger into the troll's neck, and shoved her other blade up and under its skull—deep into what served as its brain.
The troll wobbled in place. Ludmiller, sensing their work was done, jumped back off it and landed on the ground just as the troll started to tip and fall over. The sound of the thing hitting the floor was met with cheers and a roar.
Watching his XP jump, Travis let out a sigh of relief. "Okay. Next time, we don't—"
Penelope growled to cut him off. "Trav, no. The chance was a good one, and the troll was easy to kill with all of us. Who knows what we might have gotten if I'd beaten it?"
"Next time I want you to let me try. That troll wasn't so tough!" Fife flashed her teeth and set about cleaning off her blade and checking her armor for damage.
"'Next time'? Ugh!" The worst thing for Travis was not being able to slam a door and leave.
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