An older, wiser-looking man stood apart from the girls, his curling white beard covering the length of his chest. "I would be Zeldonfen," he greeted, his voice a deep bass. Dramen turned to his last two adventurers, deep in quiet conversation. Under his steely gaze, they both looked up, blushing.
"Glevea," she declared, watching the man beside her.
"Larvald," he shrugged, then returned to his conversation.
"I suggest you heed my words," Dramen said sharply, regaining their attention.
The pair fell silent, blushing slightly. Dramen opened his mouth to begin his explanation, when another voice drawled "And I'm Radstrom Innend." The alchemist, surprised, looked up to see a young elf, perhaps eighteen or nineteen, leaning on the wall and twisting his quarterstaff in his hands. Dramen gave a quick smile.
"Ah. The thirteenth. I hadn't seen you." He nodded in acknowledgement. "Now, to explain what you are here for, and the rules." Matthew shifted forward in his chair and clasped his hands, listening attentively. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed others leaving the sanction of the cushions to pay attention.
"You all have recieved word of a contest that I am holding. Your objective is to explore the Caverns of Bell'Or, deep beneath my palace. They are filled with mystery, adventure, and danger. There is one way out of this dungeon. You are to find it. There are two ways to win this contest. You can find the exit, or you can be the last one standing. Either of these will give you the one million gold coins."
Zeldonfen raised a hand uncertainly. Dramen broke off, bobbing his head curtly.
"Couldn't someone just, you know, kill everyone and win?" he asked quietly. Dramen barked a laugh.
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