Chapter 9: Chapter 9: Progress is here to be made. The tower grows, as does what might be a new problem

“— Dungeons? I fucking hate ‘em,” says the stranger. “Giant god-damned damned cesspits full of monsters and shit,” they snarl, adjusting a wooden mask on their face. “Who needs ‘em?”

“Huh?” asks the priestess who is walking next to them, somewhat taken aback. “We need them,” she replies. “The dungeon is where we get most of our materials, remember?”

“Yeah, yeah,” sighs the stranger. “Get off my ass. The only things that dungeons are good for are for their chests,” the remark, waving her off. “So, they’re a lot like yo -”

The priestess interrupts them. “— If you finish that sentence, I’ll boot you into a slime.”

“Please. If you ever saw a slime, you wouldn’t be able to tell, because you’d think it’s a mirror.”

The priestess sighs, rolling her eyes. “You’re such a horrible, little gremlin.”

“Yeah, yeah, keep walking. We’re going to be late. These tickets were expensive.”

The priestess plays with her sleeve. “…Do you think the others are fine at home?”

“What? They’re adults. Of course they’re fine. Sheesh,” mutters the stranger, as the two of them walk away.