The creator of this world obviously had no imagination Cyan thought to himself as he stared at the entrance to the dungeon. The surrounding area was a graveyard, the entrance to the dungeon was the commonly seen troupe, a crypt. If I was the creator he thought I would have at least made something interesting, like a giant three headed dog guarding the entrance.
He was not that wrong, as soon a creature that was guarding the tomb approached them. It was in fact a three headed dog. The only thing giant about it however was its personality. A small three headed pug rose from the shadows, its three heads making harsh breathing sounds as it charged at them.
Beka drew her sword as the adorable little beast approached, one of the heads yapped at the sight of her drawn blade, another growled, and the final one looked at her confusedly. The pug stopped, several feet from the two, making an awkward bow to Cyan. Three intelligence voices entered his mind at the same time.
"Your majesty! I was unaware that a new king had risen! Are you here to help with the crypt?"
"A king! I can't believe I have seen the king with my own eyes!"
The third voice that greeted seemed to be a little lacking in the intelligence field, but the images he portrayed seemed happy.
Cyan put his hand on Beka's blade, stopping her from attacking. His massive hand overwhelming the sword, making it seem like a toy. "I think they are friendly"
"They?" She asked "I only see one, where are the others?"
"They as in the three headed pug in front us, each head has it's own personality."
"Ah, I feel bad for the other two if one of them is gay." She whispered
Cyan could not help but laugh at her remark, which thankfully was not heard by the pug. The center head, the one who had spoken mentally to Cyan spoke again, but this time out loud. "Greetings your majesty, are you here to help with the crypt? Lady Janai told us to guard it until one of her champions comes to clear it."
Cyan nodded "that is indeed the case, can you tell us of the situation inside?"
All three of the pugs heads nodded, one much slower than the others. "The crypt is over run by the undead. This has not changed, perhaps the only thing that has not changed. We normally stand guard here on behalf of the guild, but our shift is almost over. In fact it will be over once you are done investigating the dungeon. At that time we ask permission to accompany your majesty, it would be an honor to brag a out for generations. We might not look like much, but we are skilled fire mages. "
The second and third heads nodded in agreement sending images of them breathing fire. They looked at him hopefully, giving him the classic "puppy dog eyes."
As Cyan turned to Beka he could see that her eyes were sparkling as she looked at the three headed pug. The sword had already been sheathed, and her abundant desire to approach it was radiating off her.
"Well I don't know" Cyan teased "I don't know how useful you will be, and I have this horrible allergy to flees"
The three heads looked at him, their gazes full of indignation. All three shouted, two mentally and one verbally "we do not have flees" the center one continued on to say "the guild gives us a flee bath once a month, and not only do we have knowledge of this place and several others that you don't have, we are also s for breathing beast. How Is that not useful?"
"Let's see how this dungeon dive goes first. What are your guy's names?"
"The one to my right is Sergio or sir, and the one to my left is Russell or Russ. My name is Burt "
"Wait wait wait... you're tell me that your names are Cerberus?"
"Well yeah? But why does it sound so weird when you say it? Its Sir Bur Russ. We are a level 2 fire mage. That's twice your level if you're counting! That makes us your seniors! Though we never demand your highness refer to us as such."