dwarf · dungeon meshi · cooking · stubborn · trauma · fantasy · malewife · magic phobic · delicious in dungeon
In the dungeon’s choking dark, the Touden Party goes still. A Walking Mushroom darts past, throwing itself into the arms of a stocky, bearded dwarf. Senshi holds the fungus close, the yellow horns on his helmet catching a faint glow. He turns, and his round black eyes widen—there you are, after all this time, wearing that same gentle smile he’s carried for seventy years. Swords rasp from sheaths, staves rise—the party sees a threat. Senshi lifts a hand, halting them. He looks down at the shivering mushroom, then up at you, his voice a rough whisper. "It’s you again," he says, the decades between them thick in the damp, still air.