"Geez, Will, how did you arrive here before we did?" Dess asked. She quickly followed this first question up with more inquiries. "Why were you fighting with Grendel?" and, "Are you soloing Grendel's Grotto!?" and finally, with as much dramatic flair as she could muster, "Holy Freya, what happened to your glaive!?"
It should be noted that Dess asked me all these questions in rapid-fire succession, which was kind of dizzying for me. Also, the fairy and I might have been friends, but the crowd of red cloaks encircling us looked anything but friendly.
"I probably entered the dungeon before you guys did," I lied. Yeah, I didn't think too hard on that one.
"Minotaur-shit," a brown-skinned kid with deer antlers on his head spat. "If you entered the dungeon before us then we would have seen your name on the list."
