News of the dungeon break spreads like wildfire, and Johan can't escape the whispers and murmurs that reach his ears. The panic in the streets is palpable, and fear clouds the faces of the people he passes. He grits his teeth, clenching his fists as he senses the urgency in the air.
Johan enters a nearby tavern, hoping to gather more information about the situation in Milkua City. The tavern is abuzz with worried conversations and anxious glances.
"'Ey, did ya hear 'bout the dungeon break in Milkua?" a gruff voice asks loudly, drawing Johan's attention.
"Yeah, I heard they're callin' for aid from other cities," another man responds, taking a swig from his tankard. "Sounds like it's serious."
Johan leans against the bar, feigning nonchalance, though his mind is racing with concern. He's never been one to seek out heroic endeavors, but the thought of innocent lives in danger tugs at his conscience.
