The morale was high.
By the time they stopped to make a temporary camp at the next defensible chamber, the group felt satisfied with the progress they had made today. Talia and her team drew up goals for each day, and they were crushing it. At this rate, it was possible they were going to meet the dungeon boss tomorrow, instead of the expected day after the last day.
They broke off into three separate camps.
Vaelira and her goons huddled in an alcove, forming a neat little spot that was defended by arcane wards and sleeping mats. Their energy was as prickly as ever. Whispered gossip, giggles, and the occasional mocking comment drifted from their section.
Diaz took a corner all to himself. True to form, the rogue made no noise and took no space. He had his back to a wall, eyes half-lidded but never truly closed.
Then, of course, there were them.
