Side Story 184.1 - The Terms of the Compact
Tarwantrad stepped back out into her own dungeon. She stood in the center of a circular nexus of her own made of glowing flowers. Her circle was placed in the center of a colorful forest, with flowers covering the ground, the bushes, and the short trees placed all around her. Mana swirled through the air and through each and every plant, flowing in such a way that it concentrated on the nexus. Some of the plants were moving about, blending in with their stationary cousins as they surrounded the nexus on all sides. Almablom stood staring at the nexus as well, tapping her foot on the ground. She raised an eyebrow once she saw Tarwantrad.
“Well? I assume since you’re alive that you didn’t just walk into the middle of the Hunger.”
Tarwantrad grinned at her.
“Mission accomplished, we found it.”
Almablom blinked, then smiled wide.
“Truly? Then the risk we took paid off.”
A moment later, she tilted her head.
“But in that case, why have you returned so quickly? I would have thought you would want to speak with the dungeon master in question.”
Tarwantrad paled.