The old soldier carefully moved down the mineshaft, listening for the creature that had caused the Lugian miners to abandon the site. His companion started to grumble, which brought the pair to a dead stop.
“You have a problem?” asked the old soldier.
“I’m just not sure why we’re going into this so… slowly,” replied the young adventurer. “I mean, they’re miners, not warriors. I’d have to imagine a small drudge would look scary to them.”
“Don’t underestimate the Lugians, even their lowest castes are trained for combat.”
“There are plenty of people trained for combat that’ll still run away from a small drudge.”
“Why are you so convinced they’re overestimating this thre...” The question died on the old soldier’s lips as he rounded the corner, and the largest gromnie he had ever seen turned on him and hissed.
“Well,” said the young adventurer, staring at the large reptile, “I will admit that that’s just a tad bigger than a small drudge.”
At that point, the conversation was cut off as the gromnie spit out a long stream of acid, covering the pair. A short, incredibly violent minute later, and the creature was dead. The old soldier leaned against the wall, catching his breath, while the young adventurer checked the creature and the surroundings for anything of value.
“Do you think they were exaggerating now?” asked the old soldier.
“No, no I don’t. I guess I owe them an apology when we get back outside.”
“Yes, you do. We’ll worry about that later though. I see a light up ahead, so I’m guessing we’re near the portal they uncovered. Let’s go see.”
The pair moved up the mine shaft carefully, listening for any more of the gromnies.
“So far, so good,” whispered the young adventurer, taking everything much more seriously now. “I can see the portal up ahead. It’s a weird one.”
“It’s not weird; it’s just not formed the same way Asheron’s portals are. You see a lot of portals like that around Falatacot ruins.”
“When did you become the history buff?” asked the young adventurer, snidely.
“Just because I usually don’t bother with the useless details you so like to obsess over doesn’t mean I don’t pay attention to the useful information,” came the gruff reply. “C’mon, let’s go see this ruin.”
“Lead on, mighty explorer,” the young adventurer announced with a mocking bow.
“Keep it up, and I’ll feed you to the next gromnie,” replied the old soldier, smacking the young adventurer in the back of the head. “It’s time to see what the miners dug up for the sand-girl.”