At first, their eyes widened in shock when they saw him standing there, his shadow stretching long against the dim glow of the moss and crystals clinging to the walls.
For a moment, none of them spoke. They just stood there, breathing heavily, measuring him.
Then, almost at once, their expressions softened, the tension easing from their shoulders.
They relaxed after realizing he wasn't raising his weapon or charging toward them.
To them, he must have looked harmless—a lone player, calm and composed, just another traveler in the dungeon's depths.
They had no idea.
Riley didn't relax. His dagger was still in his inventory, but he kept his guard up, ready to attack at anytime.
The three players consisted of two men and one young woman, perhaps around his age or a little older.
Their clothes and armor were mismatched—clearly cobbled together from common gear drops.
