Chapter 16: Chapter 16: The first human feet besmirch our hallowed ground

I do wonder at times, who was the first man to ever enter a dungeon?

What would possess such a wild entity to delve into a place that is so dark and separate from the world?

Pursuit of food?

Perhaps. But what food could the dungeon offer that can not be found on the hunt?

Pursuit of wealth, then?

Unlikely. It seems reasonable to assume that, barring some primitive bartering, the first man would have little use of such a novel a thing as ‘wealth’ in the environment the gods had placed him into.

This leaves just one explanation in my eyes, the innate human desire to explore, to search, to expand, to discover.

Surely this is why the first man to enter a dungeon must have been a human.

Not an elf, whose kind in the past preferred to live in quiet seclusion, or an orc, whose ancestors spent their years wandering over the world as nomads, or a dwarf, whose ilk had sunken so deeply into the world, that they were thought to be lost as a species.

No. Only the human animal possesses the drive and curiosity to enter such a place for seemingly no tangible reward.

The scholars of the other races might dispute this, as would the ‘polite’ company of so-called proper society. But I hold it to be an inalienable fact.

There is a reason that the only cities of note in the world are of human origin.

We are the favored.