Atha stared at the letter he had received. The guild had gotten rid of a dungeon core, but at the price of fifty of their best. He sucked in a breath. What sort of horror had waited for them in Puebleque?
The Naga read the word wendigo and shuddered. Everyone knew what those were. Once humans, or any race, really. Then, cannibals. Boss mobs that started off as ordinary people.
Atha slithered to the bathroom. He needed a nice, hot, bath to get his mind off all of this. Because every adventurer was worth at least five soldiers. And the army stationed at Huergaz had left it to secure Puebleque.
As the Naga soaked in the water, he tried to think about what sort of barrier he could create that could make the tunnels unbreachable.
It had to be something that could withstand a swarm after a swarm. But, also, something that could be removed and reused.
