The boss leads them through the mazelike ancient settlement. It's a mysterious, alien place. Some chambers seem to have been lived in, others have a purpose that none alive may even guess. There are machines, still churning, turning, and burning four thousand years after they were first set in motion. Some doors are flanked by two piles of ash with orichalcum spears resting atop them, as though they had simply dissolved in place.
None of the other bandits bother Crito, save to greet him. They figure anyone who's with him must be here on business.
He points down a staircase toward a dark hall lit by red light.
"The worst of the metal beasts are down there. Best of luck to you."
He barely conceals a sneer as he walks back, but thankfully, does nothing foolish.
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Date: 2024-03-10 03:17 am (UTC)None of the other bandits bother Crito, save to greet him. They figure anyone who's with him must be here on business.
He points down a staircase toward a dark hall lit by red light.
"The worst of the metal beasts are down there. Best of luck to you."
He barely conceals a sneer as he walks back, but thankfully, does nothing foolish.