The adrenaline that had fueled their skirmish with the Twilight Wolves now ebbed away, leaving the Silver Ravens Guild on the edge of exhaustion. Yet, there was no respite to be had. The dungeon stretched on, and the second floor, Ember Fox Hollow, loomed ahead like a promise of trials yet to come.
Halvard, the hulking leader of the party, stood before the entrance to the next level, his massive greatsword slung casually over one shoulder. His voice, deep and commanding, resonated in the cavern. "Alright, listen up! We're heading into Ember Fox Hollow. These fiery pests are quick on their feet and spit fire like it's a party trick. Stick together, stay sharp, and don't do anything reckless." His piercing gaze swept over the group, lingering a moment longer on Alaric, as if he half-expected the young mage to do exactly that.
