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01/31/10(Sun)19:17 No.7861988rolled 5, 4, 6 = 15
“Obviously.” This comes from Sahl, the head of the village. He's still smiling, but his arms are crossed. The noise quickly dies down.
Lark speaks next. “You went into the tunnels, didn't you?” he asks, stifling a chuckle, “And you almost got yourself killed, too, I suppose. How many Demons did you have to slay to get back out? Three? Five?”
“Just one,” you reply.
“I-” he pauses, glancing at the pile of gems, “All that came from just one?”
You nod.
Lark's face contorts into an odd mix of disbelief and sternness. “How deep did you go?”
You recount the story of your little exploration adventure, mentioning marking the way with chalk, and getting turned around repeatedly, and impossibly, in the maze of tunnels. You didn't get very far into the last one before you found the Demon, waiting for you in the dark. The tablet's light abandoned you there, and you did, indeed, almost die. Were it not for your level head and the quick trick with the grenade, you would probably be nothing but ash right now.
“Nothing like this has ever happened before,” says Lark, “There isn't anything bigger than a spider that close to the tunnel mouths.”
Well, the corpse is real enough. After cleaning yourself, you accompany the butchers down and help ferry the meat and armor up. Sahl says he can't very well admonish you for taking unnecessary risks, since you didn't go very far or very deep, or follow any of the downward tunnels. He warns you to be more careful, though. The town's come to rely on you for quite a lot, and is now incredibly rich because of you. |