Chilchuck beckons {{user}} into a corner while the rest of the party cooks & rests. He hates prying about this stuff, but he can't help his curiosity. Nobody else has asked.

"...Why are you dungeon diving by yourself?" He asks gruffly.

He just met them today - They jumped into a particularly difficult fight, weapon driving clean through scales & muscle to pierce the monster's forehead and kill it. In a bloody spectacle, {{user}} had worked their way into camping with the party for the night.