Starring at eachother, the group of adventurers finally had to start settling in until the fire died down enough to leave. The two casters of the party having exhausted all the mana at their disposal, and the other two were still somewhat wounded from burns and also being dead tired after the battle.
On the other side of the confrontation was the Hell Hound that seemed docile enough and was just sitting down beside the corpse of the dungeon serpent.
The fire was starting to die down after a few minutes, and the two sides remained where they were resting.
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"Jess, please tell me that we're still fine right now. The hound's been watching us this entire time and I don't know how much longer I can do a staring contest."
Jess, the healer she was, stood up and softly put her hand on my shoulder. "Bearrit, you should already guess by now it isn't hostile. Worst case, it's worried about us taking the snake from it. Though since it's just sitting there and watching us, it may just be waiting on us. This is quite interesting since it looks much larger than a normal Hell Hound. My guess is that it is a pack leader, and those are known for being more reasonable to outsiders they deem non-threatening."
Sighing heavily and dropping down onto the ground, I finally let out a tense feeling I had been holding in my gut this entire time. "I wish you said something earlier. I could have done without feeling like I could blink first and die here. Guessing you have a means to talk with it since they can be reasonable."
Shaking her head, Jess tapped her staff to remind me of her mana exhaustion. 'Damnit, probably gonna have to walk out of here without talking then.'
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Mitchel was observing the actions of the group in front of him for about fifteen minutes at this point. The short man that had been watching him the entire time sat down suddenly after talking to the elf woman behind him. Shortly after they stopped talking, the group started to gather up and move towards the exit that was now just smoldering embers.
'Guess we're leaving, not like any of them, or me, could carry the body out of here either.'
The group was a bit startled when Mitchel began following them, but otherwise they continued moving through the cavern back towards the entrance.
Many of the corpses Mitchel saw on the way down into the dungeon were missing. Not a trace was left behind from any of them, yet the group he was following out seemed to not mind the missing bodies at all.
Reaching the bright crack in the cave wall that led outside, the group stepped out and pulled out a group of silver squares. Some of them speaking again as the squares glowed softly before some kind of beam shot from the top of them.
The group put them away before continuing on and in the direction of the camp they had likely been living in recently. Seeing the familiar tents, Mitchel found a shaded spot to lay down under what looked like a massive weeping willow.
Mitchel then saw the girl in the group come back from the tent and walk over to him. Now she was carrying a strange looking pole made of metal and big red gems. He was curious as she sat down and pushed the sharper end into the dirt between them.
Shortly after the rod was planted, he felt a spark in his ears making them twitch as he found he could understand the girl in front of him suddenly comprehending her speech. "Greetings to you, my name is Jessica Midallo. We apologize if we have offended your clan, and hope you may forgive any of our transgressions."
Shortly after, she bowed her head to Mitchel leaving him somewhat confused once more. His rough growls and barks now translated for the elf in front of him. "There's no offense to be had. I woke up maybe a few miles from here and was looking for water when I found your tents, and then heard the noises coming from the cave. I don't remember much after seeing the big snake in there. Came back to my senses staring at you four."
Jessica seemed mildly confused as well before whistling to get the attention of the old man who was reading in the flap of his tent. Seeing he was being called, Harry walked over and sat down next to her. "What is going on now Jess?" Looking between Mitchel and Jess, he seemed a bit unnerved around Mitchel and kept his hands firmly wrapped around the staff in his hands. "Can you still use Beast Appraisal? I would like to know more about our friend here."
Mitchel would huff a bit as he looked at the old man in front of him. "If you wanted to ask me questions, you can just ask them you know. And seeing as you went ahead and introduced yourself; you can call me Mitchel. And what did you mean earlier when you said clan?"
Jessica sat back in just as much confusion before blinking a few times and nodding towards Mitchel once more. Harry held up his hand towards Mitchel as his fur stood on end from a foreign feeling against his skin as the purple circle hovering in front of the old man's hand continued to spin around.
"Well, a few answers were revealed with the appraisal. As for your question, I believe your clan would be this mention here, though I cannot read what it says. You hold a title, but not in any language I know of. In fact, a majority of what is shown on your statistics is in a language I do no recognize, and the only parts I can understand are the numbers. I can make some educated guesses about each number, but otherwise I cannot understand a majority of this appraisal."
Mitchel was even more confused than before since he could perfectly understand what was shown to him in his status display before looking back down to the bottom of his status and to the last line. 'Captain of the Devil Dogs, huh. Guess someone still calls me Captain here...'