7.29 - Hurricane in a Bottle
“I have a hangover,” Tresk said, rolling out of bed the next morning.
Theo could actually feel it through their link. He could sense the headache, and feel her sore muscles, so he simply cut the connection off. “I told you to take it easy,” he said, shaking his head, “but you just had to jump off the roof of that building into that barrel of booze.”
“But I made the jump,” Tresk said, snapping her fingers. “And it was a damn good jump, wasn’t it?”
“It was a very impressive jump, especially the way you drank your way out of the barrel,” Theo said, nodding in agreement. He sniffed at the air, smelling the scent of something greasy cooking downstairs. “It seems as though Sarisa is looking out for you.”
“Food,” Tresk groaned, crawling along the ground. “Greasy food. I need it.”
Theo watched an amusement, Tresk crawled her way out of the room and then down the stairs. She dragged herself into a chair and slammed her forehead into the table. He descended the stairs with amusement and took his seat. A few moments later, Sarisa and Rowan served them plates piled high with greasy sausages and bacon. The alchemist picked at his food as his companion shoveled it down her gullet.
“Are you going to be up for scouting the ocean dungeon today, Tresk?” Theo asked.
“Once my head stops pounding, I’ll be fine to do it. But don’t get your hopes up. That dungeon sucks, even if we have the tower built around it.”
The tower they had built was effectively a watertight system that allowed access to the dungeon, but that didn’t make going into the dungeon itself any less harrowing. The reports he had received said that the interior was its own ocean. Completing that dungeon was more about not drowning rather than killing monsters. From what Theo had heard, there were some dungeons that were more puzzle than fighting challenge, but they hadn’t thoroughly scouted the interior of this dungeon yet, so it could have been anything. Negative dungeons had a way of changing.