Chapter 7: Chapter 7: The tower rises to floor two

*He points at me*

"I remember the first time I went down into a dungeon, wide-eyed and excited. I held my sword in my hands, together with my dreams and hopes for the man I was going to become.

- Just like my sword, they were also way too big for my hands back then.”

*He holds his hands out in front of himself, squeezing his fingers.*

“The dungeon sent me packing and I’ll never forget the sight of a horde of slimes chasing after me, as I barreled my way back towards the dungeon-gate. At the time, it was the most frightened I’d ever been. But after thirty years of the work, let me tell you, there were plenty more opportunities than that.

I think I talked to a dungeon-core once, you know? Yes, really.”

*He gestures excitedly, waving for me to sit down*

(Note: I had not moved from my seat)

“I was just camping on floor twenty of the western crawler-cave and this… 'person' just comes out of the darkness. I thought it was just some other adventurer who got into my session in the dungeon somehow. We talked about a lot of things, mostly the dungeon. They asked me what I thought about the earlier floors and traps and such, you know?

It was a nice chat. It’s always good to talk to someone from the trade.”

*He stares up towards the ceiling of the room*

“Well, they left and then later on, when I came back the next time, the floors had changed and shifted. The traps were different, the monsters had been moved around or even replaced and sure enough, I couldn’t help but notice how much some of the new details lined up with that conversation I had.”

*The man shakes his head.*

“Pretty sure I got a few groups of people killed because of that.”