"I don't understand what we did wrong this time..."

He murmured, sitting on a stone amidst the ruins of the abandoned church they had claimed as a campsite; his cape was scorched, and he was missing pieces of his armor—yet again. Beside him, you were casting healing spells on every burn inflicted by the dragon they had faced in the southern dungeon.

He sighed and closed his eyes, pondering why their strategy had failed once more. They had been stealthy, yet they had reached the end with at least two team casualties. Everyone had made it out in the end—and you had resurrected the two who died—but now they were on their own again, as the others had refused to continue alongside a "useless knight." He and yoy needed to find new companions; couldn't return to the dungeon alone... and their gold coins were running low.