'Jack… Are you sure you don't have any more of that beef?' asked Mooldrat, licking his lips.
Jack shook his head and shrugged. "Sorry, Mooldrat. I'm all out. But I can tell you where I'll find more."
'Tell me!'
"First, let me tell you about where we are. This limited space is one of many spaces inside of a place we call a dungeon," stated Jack.
'Oh… So I was put in a dungeon…' As if a fragment of Mooldrat's memory recovered, he eagerly listened to Jack.
"Mooldrat, do you know what a dungeon is?"
'It's… a place where… heroes went… right?'
"Right! See, you're just as smart as legends say," complimented Jack, keeping himself on Mooldrat's good side and continuing the conversation. "The circle we're going to will take us to the last space of the dungeon, where the strongest creature lives. Most likely, that creature is what has been killing the other beholders when they went mad and used the circle."
