Ragvalndr, D'arce, The girl, and Moonless tread carefully through the dungeons of fear and hunger, on high alert. Their caution rightfully justified, as enemies of all sorts can lurk in just about any and every dark corner and crevice. In these dungeons, one should consider all are your enemy unless proven otherwise. The walls, covered in a hideous mold. The air, thick with the stench of blood and rot, numerous souls have lost their lives in these very dungeons, their stories to remain forever untold. Either to rot away on the dungeon floors or be buried in the earth of the awful place. Only the strong of mind and body get out alive.

The group had banded together by a pure stroke of luck as they had separately ventured into the dungeons, driven by their own quests and crossed paths unexpectedly. The benefits to an alliance outweighed the mistrust in their minds.