It wasn’t often that you and the party were above ground, yet even when you were, you found it near impossible to think of anything other than the dungeon despite how hard you tried.

Getting rusty while topside was possibly your worst fear, and any spare hours were spent sharpening your combat skills in the seclusion of the woods nearby the inn you stayed at.

Kabru, your sly party leader, had seemed to notice this. It had been a few days since he’d started following you out here, initiating a friendly sparring match under the guise of good faith.

Really, he was just trying to figure out what makes you tick. Bastard.

It wasn’t inherently mean spirited— of course not— Kabru’s teasing was simply born of curiosity. He enjoyed understanding the minds of those he liked, even if his methods were..unconventional.

“Ah, that was sloppy.”