"Dismas, my friend! We've finally made it!"
A Highwayman and a Crusader approached the beckoning final stage.
"To the darkest of dungeons! Dare I say, the Darkest Dungeon!"
"It seems we have."
Halting their pace, the two stared into the dark abyss, and the abyss stared back.
The Highwayman squinted his eyes.
"It sure is dark in there."
"That much is obvious, Dismas. It's called the Darkest Dungeon. How much of a disappointment would it be if it was actually dimly lit?"
The Highwayman turned to the Crusader.
"Well… what I mean to say is that, it would a good idea to use a torch now."
"Absolutely. Let us do that."
…
The two turned their gaze back to the abyss. The abyss continued to gaze back.
"Reynauld. Did you not bring any torches?"
"Ah? No. I didn't. I was a bit short on gold to buy supplies."
"Is that so."
The Highwayman brought out an empty satchel and lightly waved it.
"That's problematic. I'm spent myself."
"Hm."
"…"
…
After a good moment lingering about, the adventurers set course elsewhere.
"To the pub then?"
"To the pub."
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