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[color=A84B5E]“Stupid dungeon. Stupid rats.”[/color] 

Rael grumbled as she walked through the early morning streets of Thorinn, as her fingers tossed a red apple back and forth on her way to the Laughing Worg.

She had spent the entirety of a day and a half in the city sewers—no, beneath the city sewers, because apparently there was a pseudo-labyrinth underneath the city. A labyrinth that turned into a pseudo-dungeon. Graves’ leadership was fine enough and they had found some much needed help in the sewers and none of the newbies they had saved ended up dying. She figured it was a relief and it probably helped Alja’s morale. They didn’t need another Mystic Prophecy situation. The Rat King was a sight to behold, too, a twisted dark fantasy creature with a tiny crown on its oversized head. She wasn’t afraid of rats before, but she was pretty sure she didn’t want one of them to touch her ever again after that. 

When they finally got themselves out of the sewers the sun hadn’t even risen. Fortunately, bath houses were open 24/7. Cleaning up and getting a change of clothes from her room in the innhouse room she had rented was nice, though she hadn’t actually gotten much sleep. She had spent the rest of the night sitting on the roof of the innhouse with her sketchbook by herself. Graves had told the archer person... Artemis, that she was welcome to join them at the Worg in the morning. If they were looking for work. Rael had rolled her eyes. The last thing they needed was more people to babysit, but whatever. Graves could be stupid if he wanted to be stupid. She hoped he still smelled like rats. 

As Rael reached the tavern she could already hear the bustle of wayfarers and denizens inside. She could hear Seele, because of course Seele would be up at the tavern before most people had eaten breakfast. The red-haired girl sighed disparagingly, as she pushed the doors open with no regard. It did not take her long for her to find a seat near the others, listening idly until Seele asked about the sewer.

[color=A84B5E]“We fell into a dungeon. Not much to tell.”[/color] She volunteered before Alja could more-or-less say the same thing as she took a big bite of the apple in her hand.







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