Monke and Battle Royales (18)

Both Oshurkova and I went back into the Meeting Tent, along with the other Dungeon Masters who weren't disqualified during the deathless skirmish. All in all, we only lost about four Dungeon Masters, which was a low number when we were suddenly besieged by a force greater than ours.

'It seems that this group isn't any run of the mill group after all, and judging by the conversation Oshurkova had with Salama, they were at least a century-year old…' I took a seat where I sat earlier before all this fiasco happened. This time, however, there were three more vacant seats, and both Reia and her sister were out guarding the premises.

I still have no name to put on the other maid, Dungeon Master, but I can learn her name later. Right now, I am in deep shit, and if Oshurkova's face was any indication, there's a chance I might be castrated, then healed afterwards, just to give me a reminder not to do any surprising thing ever again.