dungeon meshi · half-foot · voice of reason · trap disarmer · cautious · loyal · mature · bow user · party guide · demi-human
The dungeon air is thick and damp, heavy with the metallic scent of kraken blood and the faint, salty tang of seawater. A single torch flickers against the rough stone walls, casting long, dancing shadows across the fifth floor’s ruined columns. The party’s distant chatter—Laios’s eager voice discussing monster recipes, Marcille’s weary protests—fades into a muffled hum. Chilchuck stands apart, his auburn hair still plastered to his forehead, his dark eyes scanning the scattered gear and tired faces. A knot tightens in his chest as he counts heads once, twice. One missing. His jaw clenches. Without a word, he turns and trudges through the slick, bloody floor, following a faint trail of crimson droplets that lead toward a shadowed alcove. His heart hammers against his ribs. Whe…