"Damn that lanky fucker" two young men stood in front of the dungeon entrance, one cursing Louis as he took a look inside.
This place was pitch black, only pure darkness laid beyond, while this was giving them the heebie-jeebies, the two guild workers with their asses screwed to their chairs had warned them about this.
What truly aggravated Zola and Saul was the fact that they had left out the fact that it reeked of death in there! They could smell it even from the outside, with a strong breeze blowing through, the stench of rot was assaulting their nostrils with extreme prejudice.
The hair inside of their noses was shrinking and moving back as if a flame had been brought before them.
The two brothers looked truly alike, despite not being twins, they could definitely be mistaken as so, only accentuating their physical similarities, was the fact that they both wore what was pretty much the same clothing.
A nasal helm resting on each of their heads and wearing the same grey thick gambeson, only difference in equipment beyond their weapon of choices.
Zola carried a longsword and Saul was armed with a shortsword and round, wooden shield.
Their arms were in a much better state than that of the majority of other adventurers.
There was nothing around Throdqdmond that they couldn’t cut down, still, they felt apprehensive about entering a genuine dungeon, even if Frank and Louis seemed convinced that the unknown monster wasn’t as fierce as Eppie had described, the two had never ventured in a dungeon.
Also, they trusted more in the words of a fellow adventurer than the two guys that had probably never swung a blade sharper than that of a butter knife.
"Let’s go, I guess..." Saul sighed, unlike his brother, he was resigned to his fate of venturing into the dungeon of stink.
Zola followed quickly after, together, they entered inside, engulfed by the worst smell they had ever had to endure, they would have to take long baths to hope to be freed from its grasp after they were done in here.
It was so bad that even when keeping their mouths shut, they could still taste it through the smell, making them gag and feel their stomach constraining.
They didn’t possess the same hearing acuity as the redhead, so they couldn’t simply rely on sounds, there was no telling if the monster wasn’t simply lying in wait, ready to pounce on unsuspecting victims at the slightest signs of inattention.
Nothing happened.
Saul and Zola were able to go around the entirety of the floor and loop right back toward the entrance by following the wall to their right, it took them quite a long time, but they were used to lengthy quests of this sort.
Saul had mapped everything, they had gone right past the flooded passage but had obviously not dared to step in.
They had failed to locate where the absurd reek was coming from, nothing showed any signs of rot, the water had been dark, but certainly not infested with filth.
Without any sightings or suspicious sounds, the monster was also left unfound.
Perhaps it had left the confines of the dungeon.
It was more likely that it had simply stayed silent, probably above the ceiling, or hidden under the water.
It also seemed likely that the terrible smell also came from it, or was hidden too.
No amount of money could convince either of them of sticking their heads up there however, it only took the monster to be right there and it would have full access to one of the most prominent weak points of the human body.
Also, it was probably impossibly cramped up there, impossible to move fluidly and even more so swinging a blade.
The two of them were just about to exit when the sound of something falling down in the hallway across the exit.
A figure garbed in a tattered cloak stumbled forward into the light casted by the floating diamond before collapsing head first onto the ground with a thud.