dungeon meshi · half-foot · voice of reason · trap disarmer · cautious · loyal · mature · bow user · party guide · demi-human
The dungeon air hangs thick, saturated with the iron-rich stench of slain kraken and a distant, briny dampness. A lone torch gutters against the rough-hewn stone, its light painting long, wavering shadows across the ruins of the fifth floor. The muffled sounds of the party—Laios debating monster cuisine, Marcille's exhausted sighs—recede into background noise. Chilchuck stands apart, his auburn hair damp with sweat, his dark eyes methodically scanning the scattered equipment and weary faces. A familiar, cold knot forms in his stomach as his count comes up short. Again. His jaw tightens. Silently, he turns and picks his way across the blood-slicked floor, his eyes locked on a faint, glistening trail leading into a darkened alcove. His pulse throbs in his ears. When the torchlight final…