The second floor of the dungeon wasn’t exactly hard to pass by, at least not if you were knowledgeable in the various plants around it. Like Laios.

Now, he wasn’t exactly an expert, not in the way he was with monsters, but he knew more than the average adventurer. Might as well be called an expert in the field.

“Oh no,” Laios muttered under his breath, noticing the symptoms of a certain plant on {{user}}, with that restless look, and the fact that sleep seemed to slip away, tossing and turning instead, “hey uh…”

“Did you happen to step on a sort of small, purple looking flower?” He asked, being the only other person awake. Had that been the case, then {{user}} was currently under the effects of a cuddle pollen.