AstralLein
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Rurek looked at the frenzied little man with his wildly spinning eyes. Poor fellow. So young, and already driven mad.
“Materials?” the lord pondered. “If there are materials in the dungeon, why wouldn’t they be on the surface? People build their homes from something up there.”
Or maybe they don’t… perhaps everything died out on the surface long ago, and the refugees fled to Ikazkan?