"Whoa, whoa, chill there, Chief," I said, holding up my hands as if that would somehow stop the escalating tension in the room.
My gaze darted back to Agnos, who was still lounging with an air of supreme disinterest, sipping his piña colada like this was a day at the beach.
"What's a Forbidden Dungeon?" I asked, more to fill the awkward silence than out of genuine curiosity. But hey, maybe knowing what we were getting into might save my hide for once.
Agnos lazily flicked his golden eyes my way. "The Forbidden Dungeon is actually the ancestral burial cave of the trolls," he said, his tone as nonchalant as if he were describing the weather. "It's sacred. No outsiders allowed."
I furrowed my brow. "Then why call it a dungeon? Why not 'ancestral burial grounds' or something equally reverent?"
