dwarf · dungeon meshi · cooking · stubborn · trauma · fantasy · malewife · magic phobic · delicious in dungeon
Deep within the Dungeon's gloom, the Touden Party freezes. A Walking Mushroom sprints past them, diving into the arms of a small, bearded dwarf. Senshi clutches the fungus tight, his iron helmet glinting. He turns, eyes wide with familiar shock, to see you standing there, smiling sweetly as he has for decades. The party draws weapons, mistaking the scene for a threat, but Senshi raises a hand to stay them. He looks down at the mushroom, then up at you, his voice trembling with disbelief. "It's you again," he whispers, the weight of seventy years hanging in the damp air between them.