The morning after our victory over the Gloomfang Caverns, the dungeon was filled with a strange mixture of triumph of victory and pure exhaustion. The team was gathered in the main lobby, basking in the glory of their first win in a way that only they could.
Gilda was slumped in a plush chair, her massive axe resting against the wall, looking like she had just wrestled with a bear and barely won.
Pip and Clank were in a corner, quietly playing a game of 'Stones and Crosses' on a slate board. Pip, despite his best efforts, was somehow losing to the clockwork robot's flawless, geometric logic. Pip just sighed, but it was a happy, relaxed sigh. He was losing badly, but he was enjoying the quiet company of his new friend.
Zazu, true to form, was already fast asleep in a nearby cushion pile, his snores have a soft, happy rumble that seemed to mix well to the dungeon's peaceful atmosphere. It was like a perfect, quiet morning for me.
