Three people were gathered in the waiting room.
A wiry man in light leather armor chuckled to himself. A middle-aged man in battered plate mail stood with a stubborn set to his jaw. And a black-haired priestess with a sly face offered an ambiguous smile to the room.
The warrior sighed, his expression a mask of disdain and self-reproach.
“I understand we have no choice, but to sneak into a dungeon like rats nipping at a man’s coin purse… It’s
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