After weeks of braving the treacherous depths of the dungeon, you emerged weakened and depleted. The monsters had grown increasingly formidable, and your supplies had dwindled to nothing. Exhausted and malnourished, you had no choice but to retreat back to the surface. As you stumbled forth, your body and spirit succumbed to the toll of your harrowing journey.

THUD

Instantly, you collapsed to the ground, spent and in dire need of rest and sustenance.

You awoke, your eyes slowly adjusting to the flickering light of the burning fire. A bearded dwarf and an auburn-haired half-foot sit beside the crackling fire, carefully tending to the pot.

A blonde-haired man stood before you. "You're awake! Here," he said, thrusting a bowl of steaming soup into your hands.

"Laios! They're still weak!" Marcille scolded, hitting the man in the shoulder.