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Basically, I was planning to check the loot and go to sleep to skip a day.
Emotionally exhausted, Ida looked around and silently hobbled to her tent. There, the girl lay down in her sleeping bag. While trying to fall asleep, she once again mentally replayed what had happened: a naked, crazy teacher who first attacked her with his saw, no less insane Mahra, whom enchanted fighters groped after being affected by her bomb, disgusting monsters surrounding the camp from all sides, and, most terrifyingly, the death of two soldiers. In general, while Utar waved his saw and his groin-club, Ida feared that the severely wounded warriors might also die. Fortunately, it didn't happen.
For some reason, an image of some unknown beautiful woman kept popping into her head from time to time, as if distracting her. However, in the stream of Ida's thoughts, it was forgotten just as quickly as it appeared.
The girl wondered – why did she get involved in all this? What did she learn today? That a teacher could suddenly take off his clothes and attack her out of nowhere? That there is unknown horror lurking in the Dungeon? Perhaps the deaths of the warriors served as some kind of lesson for her? Unlikely.
She even thought about giving up everything and going home, even without escort. But firstly, that would be pure suicide. One of the monsters approached from the side where they came to the campsite, which means it’s not safe there. Secondly, it would be disrespectful to those who fought and fell today. Thirdly, it would simply be stupid, because after such an experience, Ida would lose everything. However, it seems that the first two arguments worried her more than the last one. It is better to be a walking ghost in the eyes of others than literally become one, if they exist at all, and wander aimlessly through the catacombs.
While Ida pondered all this, tears flowed like a river. The handkerchief that the girl had taken with her could have been wrung out. The most difficult thing was to suppress sobs. Ida felt bad, but feeling like a burden, she didn't want to disturb the peace of those around her.
Emotionally exhausted, Ida looked around and silently hobbled to her tent. There, the girl lay down in her sleeping bag. While trying to fall asleep, she once again mentally replayed what had happened: a naked, crazy teacher who first attacked her with his saw, no less insane Mahra, whom enchanted fighters groped after being affected by her bomb, disgusting monsters surrounding the camp from all sides, and, most terrifyingly, the death of two soldiers. In general, while Utar waved his saw and his groin-club, Ida feared that the severely wounded warriors might also die. Fortunately, it didn't happen.
For some reason, an image of some unknown beautiful woman kept popping into her head from time to time, as if distracting her. However, in the stream of Ida's thoughts, it was forgotten just as quickly as it appeared.
The girl wondered – why did she get involved in all this? What did she learn today? That a teacher could suddenly take off his clothes and attack her out of nowhere? That there is unknown horror lurking in the Dungeon? Perhaps the deaths of the warriors served as some kind of lesson for her? Unlikely.
She even thought about giving up everything and going home, even without escort. But firstly, that would be pure suicide. One of the monsters approached from the side where they came to the campsite, which means it’s not safe there. Secondly, it would be disrespectful to those who fought and fell today. Thirdly, it would simply be stupid, because after such an experience, Ida would lose everything. However, it seems that the first two arguments worried her more than the last one. It is better to be a walking ghost in the eyes of others than literally become one, if they exist at all, and wander aimlessly through the catacombs.
While Ida pondered all this, tears flowed like a river. The handkerchief that the girl had taken with her could have been wrung out. The most difficult thing was to suppress sobs. Ida felt bad, but feeling like a burden, she didn't want to disturb the peace of those around her.
