I cleared my throat dramatically as we stepped deeper into the cave, the darkness curling around us like a living thing. Naturally, as a man of culture, genius, and unmatched narrative talent, I began to speak.
"And so," I declared loudly, my voice echoing against the stone walls, "the great adventurer Sebastian Nekros strode bravely into the terrifying, gaping, mouth-like cave—his party of dead-weight idiots dragging their sorry feet behind him."
Nora groaned instantly.
Excellent.
My audience was already emotionally invested.
I kept going.
"The shadows trembled in fear," I said, waving an arm upward like I was reciting an epic written by a drunk bard, "for they knew the unmatched power of the magnificent Sebastian, whose brilliance illuminated even the darkest—"
"Sebastian," Nora muttered. "Stop."
I absolutely did not.
"...whose immaculate footsteps graced the ancient stone, while his companions—weak, foolish, slow—"
"Sebastian." Her tone sharpened.
