Muste did not mind that his suggestions for the Dungeon Spirit's name were rejected in favor of another one: it was an important part of any meeting to evaluate the best choice based on shared agreement. As the curiously adorable goblin made a scene, he couldn't help but smile underneath his mouth-concealing tendrils: she was like a daughter that an employee brought with them on "Bring Your Child To The Office Day".
The other goblin, on the other hand, was far more suited to his tastes: he seemed obedient, and eager to please. Yes, given the proper direction, he would make for a good lackey, he thought to himself. 

Muste did, however perk up as the Oracle spoke, followed by the diminutive beast proclaiming herself as secretary. Now everything was clear: the wise monster that was reminiscent of the astral masters his kind often revered, was obviously upper management. He seriously pondered the number assigned to him, and came upon an epiphany. "Yes, three...Three dungeon entrances," he mused to himself as he began plans for development, and watched as the die was cast and the name was decided. "Kleine is a good name," he admitted with a lift of his facial tentacles, as if he was smiling. "It is short and easy to pronounce." He would have mentioned that it was also marketable, but he didn't work in the marketing department, so he wouldn't honestly know if that was the case. Not that the dungeon would need one anytime soon.

Muste's thoughts were interrupted as Kleine then announced that an adventurer had entered their dungeon: the first operational risk to the dungeon that he would have to note down later. Schnupfen did not seem to take it well, but nonetheless he was the first to confront the intruder. He was not as swift to take action, as he was not too keen to face off against a stronger opponent who could easily make calamari out of him. "I need to find a spell first!" he quickly spoke to the others, and began skimming rapidly through the pages of his spelltome, even as Salbjörg and Zogi ran off, and he strutted after in a strange mishmash of running and power walking, his cane tucked under his arm as he kept leafing through the pages. By the time Muste arrived, Salbjörg had already been wounded and was slithering past him, and Zogi had died. Muste was aghast, but not because of Zogi's death: he was but a goblin after all, and there would be more where the pathetic creature came from. Rather, he mourned how his delicious oblongata had been scattered all across the dirty tiles of the dungeon floor, no more fit for consumption. 

Danny smiled as he felt his physical capability increase. Just like that, he had made his very first level, just like the old man at the village told him. If he kept this up, he would reach Legend tier in no time, and grab himself a harem full of cute girls! However, he felt as the poison kept eating away at him. But first, he had business to take care of, as he heard footsteps, and turned. He cringed upon seeing Muste as he cast a spell of some kind. Danny held his sword out in a defensive stance as he ran forward, but after the flash of light, there was no fireball or bolt of thunder. "Hah, stupid squid! I'mma-AH!" He suddenly yelled, as he lost his footing, and tripped, hitting his head on the floor. Turns out that Muste had cast Grease on the floor, and as the Hero was lifting himself up the illithid was already running back in the direction of the core, not far behind Salbjörg. "Incoming!" He yelled, his facial tentacles flaring out from the force of his shout.