Chapter 10: First Impressions
With the sheer magnetism of his presence, William Oh attracted a ragtag army of green adventurers of four different species lost in the darkness. He shepherded them against the encroaching danger, dispensing his wisdom on underground survival as he did so.
They say he shone so bright to their eyes that they didn’t need lanterns to find him in the dark, such was their admiration.
- Jason Salazar
***Mason Lanover***
“Are you sure they came this way?” Reggie asked. The young Tanker was having trouble squeezing through the tunnels with his armor intact.
Tankers were an interesting archetype. Nobody with any sense wanted to be one, and nobody without a significant amount of money and resources could create and equip one, but they were doubtlessly useful, so most Tankers wound up being sponsored by their village or by rich families to bodyguard their young heirs through their more vulnerable first dozen or so levels.
Reggie being a case in point.
“Yes, I’m sure,” Mason replied, covering the lantern with his hand.
As soon as the light of the lantern vanished, the walls lit up with bioluminescent marks from the trap-rat’s insects.