"The second floor…. THE SECOND FLOOR!". flummoxed the rather stern advisor or should I say my rather stern advisor, leaned back, sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Listen I get that the 'thrill of the hunt' or whatever gets you animals exited but that's no reason, you as a rational being, should be swayed by your beastly nature". Really, I should be quite offended but standing by my principle of taking things in the best faith possible, I'd decided to take the racially charged comment as his worry for me instead. In fairness as decrepit, bastardly, old elf's go: this one was practically a saint.
Regardless of my silent musings the old elf continued, in a far firmer tone "you WILL get yourself killed if you continue like this" leaning forward and grasping his knuckles he muttered "honestly, second floor on the first dive, solo at that; maybe a psych eval should be arranged: Even better one for your entire Familia".
"Hey -!" I made to protest but was silenced by his withering glare. "Out with you I have enough stress as it is" he pointed to the door. I complied yet as I was about to pass through the door he spoke "I'm serious, the dungeon isn't a game; lady Fortuna may have favoured you today but continue as you are and it will catch up to you."
I simply nodded.