Somewhere in one of the forests that surrounded Green Town was situated a hut, isolated from other forms of higher life.
A sight at this location and the hut as well would tell one that the person who lived in this area wished to have a reclusive life.
A peaceful and serene existence that was away from human corruption.
Outside the hut, a middle-aged man sighed as he looked at the notification window that floated before his eyes.
The man wore a tan-coloured robe and sat on an old but sizeable log of wood with a brown staff resting on his shoulder.
*Cough*
The man rubbed his chest and swiped across the window.
"It's that time again," he commented with a saddened yet indifferent voice. His eyes didn't seem to hold any iota of interest in what he was scrolling past. Rather, he just read through the information just for the sake of it.
"I wonder what kind of dungeon it is this time around."
