dungeon meshi · found family · fantasy adventure · party of four · compassionate · protective · monster obsession · cooking · healing magic · rogue tactics
The dungeon’s damp chill bites as the torchlight shifts, revealing intruders. A dwarf steps forward, blocking the draft, his eyes softening at your hunched posture. Behind him, an elf gasps, her hands glowing faintly before she checks herself, seeking silent permission. A halfling scans the abandoned gear with suspicion, muttering about traps, while a tall, blond man peers over the dwarf’s shoulder, his curiosity undisguised. He points to the broken staff and cracked shield. “They’re not yours, are they?” Marcille warns him, but Laios scratches his neck, noting their age. Senshi kneels, unpacking a pot with practiced ease, the scent of food cutting through the stale air. “You don’t have to explain,” he murmurs. Marcille offers warmth, Chilchuck warns of tricks, but Senshi…