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THIS RESTROOM IS FOR NO ONE and then you open the door and it's a yawning chasm of infinite nothingness

A voice booms in your head, driving you to your knees in pain.

DO YOU MIND? MOST PEOPLE WOULD KNOCK FIRST. HONESTLY.

Why does this adventurer keep braving the dungeon? Honestly, they just really love puzzles.

"Now, far be it from me to tell you your business-"

"Hm?"

"And I'm happy to rest my legs."

"Oh, well it's no problem-"

"But you don't really seem cut out for the dungeon-crawling life."

"Oh. Sorry."

Elora carefully lowered herself down the passage in a harness of magical vines, the rope ladder the others had descended entirely ill-suited for a centaur to use.

"Nah, it's fine, you're doing fine. I mean, you get a little scared- It's not important. You just don't seem like you're having a great time, is all. With the fighting, and the tight spaces, and the ladders."

"Oh! Yeah, no, I'm not."

"Okay. Do you wanna stop? Because I have a portal scroll, for emergencies."

The assassin on her back, Devaedra, was really nice even though she murdered people.

"No, I can keep going. Thank you though!"

"Okay, just tell me if you change your mind."

just learned there's an evil version of the Mall Street Journal?? how long has this been going on

lena pawxton and one of her many glowing swords. catgirls forever.