Dungeon

[Eitan Crane, 16 years old, Gray Rank]

Pronounced a soft-spoken, thin woman, who was standing behind a window, looking at a small card glinting in silvers and golds.

The young man listening to her on the other side of the window nodded slightly, causing the woman to write a couple of things, then pass the card under a small slit where the young man took it.

"There may luck be on your side."

Those were the woman's monotonous words to the young man formerly called Eitan Crane, who with the same monotony he received walked towards some tables full of people.

All the tables were occupied by men and women carrying weapons.

Some had spears, others axes, and some more swords.

Like the one he carried, Eitan sheathed at his side.

From among all the tables, he approached one occupied by 5 people.

"Welcome, Eitan."

Said one of them as he stood up from his seat and took a spear leaning against the wall, a movement that the remaining four imitated, although each with a different weapon.

The 6 of them moved towards a huge door, which when passed let us see some people walking the streets of what seemed to be a town.

The streets were a rustic dark orange and the houses were white that highlighted by the brown of the wooden pillars.

The place they had come from seemed to be a large warehouse, which emphasized brown and dark colors that together with the people gave a touch of seriousness, but at the same time of conviviality.

At the top of the building hung a large sign with the word "Guild" marked on it.

In a short time, the group left the guild behind and stopped only in front of a pair of horses tied to a chariot.

The man who had taken the spear earlier pulled out a piece of paper and showed it to what appeared to be the owner of the chariot.

The man glanced at the paper and exchanged a couple of words with the lance bearer.

A few seconds passed before the man turned to the group and gave a nod for the group to climb into the chariot.

— Traka Traka

The rattling of the chariot was constant during the entire trip, which lasted no more than 4 hours, in which only the two women of the group said a couple of words to each other.

When the chariot stopped and the group got off the chariot was watched until it was lost in the distance, giving way to the man with the spear who stood in front of everyone, looking at the long and vast forest that stretched out in front of them.

"This is not the first time we have come as a group to Goduff Wood," he paused in which he turned his gaze to the east, where the darkness seemed to spread out on all sides, "But it is the first time we have entered the dungeons."

A heavy silence hushed the group and was only dispelled with the crunch of the spear man's footsteps on the dry leaves.

Before long the group moved deeper into the forest and the tension was almost palpable in the atmosphere. Each of them had a weapon out.

3 of the men were carrying spears, while one of the girls was holding up two small knives that glowed the same greenish color as the staff carried by the remaining girl.

Eitan for his part calmly held a long sword with a curved tip, which was still inside its scabbard.

"We've arrived, Josd," said the girl with the staff towards the man with the spear walking in front of her, "That's the one.

They all stopped and watched carefully where the girl was looking, inside a small cave, as dark as a wolf's mouth.

The man with the spear, formerly called Josd gulped his spit and crouched down into the hole where he was lost in the darkness.

In a short time, everyone had repeated the process and only Eitan was left outside, who just as he was about to enter completely felt a shiver run through him, slow and icy like the first drop of rain.

But there was no turning back, before he knew it he was being helped to stand up by his companions, all surrounded by the darkness and humidity inside the cave.