Johan's mind swam with images of the dungeons Shinuro had described, the potential dangers they housed, and the unique challenges each presented. 'Gutenheim, Muteheim, or Frogenheim... which one to choose? A magical labyrinth, a shadowy abyss, or a swampland of monstrous toads?'
Squinting into the afternoon sun, he muttered to himself, "Miles, I guess we've found a new definition of adventure."
'I've got to pick one,' he reasoned internally, 'so let's consider this logically.' He ticked off his fingers as he broke down each dungeon. 'Muteheim, it's all about the unseen and the unheard. Too spooky for my taste, and punching ghosts? I'll save that for a rainy day.'
'Frogenheim, then? Picture it - wrestling mutant toads in a swamp, sounds more like a bad dream than a grand adventure. Plus, I'd rather not reek of swamp and toad for days on end. And I'm not too keen on getting my eardrums shattered by a croaking concert.'
