The Midwife had laid it all out for Finn—every detail about where to find the elusive Slime Melo, and exactly where it would be located in the cave.
Apparently, to the east of Moistvile, nestled between jagged hills and small mountains, was a set of slime-infested caverns. Finn remembered seeing something about it on the guild map, and immediately felt dread bubbling in his gut.
That direction meant distance.
And distance meant more walking.
He didn't mind walking, per se—but walking while babysitting three chaotic women? That was psychological warfare.
The Midwife explained that the cave was structured in levels—because of course it was. Every fantasy world with stupid dungeons of course had "levels."
Level One was relatively tame. Close to the surface, with only a few slimes wandering around. Sometimes none. Just basic wall-slime, maybe a few shiny rocks. Mild risk of goo-related death.
