The dungeon was known as the Hollow of Whispers.
It was a C-Rank dungeon located two hours north of the capital. It was mostly populated by giant arachnids and subterranean lizards.
It was damp. It smelled of rot and stagnant water.
Vivienne took a deep breath.It smelled like perfume to her.
She stood at the entrance with four strangers.
She wore a hooded cloak over her leather armor. The leather was old but well-oiled. It creaked softly as she moved.
Her party consisted of three young men and one woman. They looked to be in their early twenties.
"You sure about this, Auntie?" the party leader asked. He was a swordsman named Garrick. He looked skeptical.
"I can hold my own," Vivienne said. Her voice was raspy.
She was using a lower register to disguise herself.
"Just stay in the back," the healer said kindly. "We needed a fifth for the guild quota. You don't have to be a hero."
Vivienne didn't answer. She adjusted the straps of her twin daggers.
