[A/N: The time in the dungeon works slightly differently than the time outside. This slight deviation could be more or less, depending on the particular floor of a dungeon.]
Isabell watched as Ben and Freya ventured into the dungeon, a sigh escaping her lips. Left alone once more, she briefly considered exploring the city but quickly grew bored without anyone to talk to and little money to spend. Returning to her small room, she lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling and reflecting on her life.
"If only I could do more for the group," she whispered, her voice heavy with regret. From a young age, Isabell had been taught that magic was everything. She had always worked hard, striving to become a great mage who would make her father and city proud.
