"So is this your first time in a dungeon?"
While I idly listened to Claret's almost evangelical tellings of her old master's tales, one of the members of the adventurer party I was waiting with spoke up. The man was wearing a hard-looking leather chest plate, bracers, and greaves, all painted bright red. He wore a hard leather cap with some crudely drawn decorations as well as large, wide, and flat wooden plates in place of the round shoulder guards I expected. There was a pole axe leaning against the closest tree beside him.
While not completely matching, the other members of his party wore similar gear painted in the same bright red.
There was a man with a sturdy looking shield that resembled a Roman scutum leaning against a tree beside him, along with a mace hanging off of his hip. The third man had a quiver filled with arrows on his belt and a bow laying in front of him. Beside him was someone who lacked the shoulder plates and greaves the others had, and instead had a wooden staff with some sort of jewel embedded in the head.
"For this dungeon."
"You've been to other dungeons and you didn't know about queuing for the boss room?"
"There weren't many other people in the dungeon I went to."
Trying not to sound too suspicious about not knowing something that was probably general information while simultaneously avoiding talking too much about my past, I answered him as simply as I could.
"What sort of dungeon is that? I've never heard of a dungeon that's not popular!"
(Crap.)
"Ah, well, it's really out of the way. Not near any big cities."
"What's that? Some sort of undiscovered dungeon or something?"
(Damnit.)
"Does such a thing even exist?"
Thinking fast, I tried to divert the conversation.
"Ah, well, maybe there's no dungeons that nobody's discovered, but there are some that outside of civilized lands."
"Oh right, like there's probably some in the demon lands that nobody on this side's ever seen."
"Demon lands?"
I latched on to the strange term the adventurer with the bow let out, half out of desperation, half out of curiosity.
"So is this your first time in a dungeon?"
While I idly listened to Claret's almost evangelical tellings of her old master's tales, one of the members of the adventurer party I was waiting with spoke up. The man was wearing a hard-looking leather chest plate, bracers, and greaves, all painted bright red. He wore a hard leather cap with some crudely drawn decorations as well as large, wide, and flat wooden plates in place of the round shoulder guards I expected. There was a pole axe leaning against the closest tree beside him.
While not completely matching, the other members of his party wore similar gear painted in the same bright red.
There was a man with a sturdy looking shield that resembled a Roman scutum leaning against a tree beside him, along with a mace hanging off of his hip. The third man had a quiver filled with arrows on his belt and a bow laying in front of him. Beside him was someone who lacked the shoulder plates and greaves the others had, and instead had a wooden staff with some sort of jewel embedded in the head.
"For this dungeon."
"You've been to other dungeons and you didn't know about queuing for the boss room?"
"There weren't many other people in the dungeon I went to."
Trying not to sound too suspicious about not knowing something that was probably general information while simultaneously avoiding talking too much about my past, I answered him as simply as I could.
"What sort of dungeon is that? I've never heard of a dungeon that's not popular!"
(Crap.)
"Ah, well, it's really out of the way. Not near any big cities."
"What's that? Some sort of undiscovered dungeon or something?"
(Damnit.)
"Does such a thing even exist?"
Thinking fast, I tried to divert the conversation.
"Ah, well, maybe there's no dungeons that nobody's discovered, but there are some that outside of civilized lands."
"Oh right, like there's probably some in the demon lands that nobody on this side's ever seen."
"Demon lands?"
I latched on to the strange term the adventurer with the bow let out, half out of desperation, half out of curiosity.
