Were they mocking me? Those bastards! The monk stared down the tunnel, his thoughts drifting back to his time in the monastery. Nobody believed the elf could hold up, no one gave him a second thought. Even after he won a few bouts, he was still a fragile elf that could not hold up to the physical standards of the Old Order.
He gazed up at the ceiling. 10 feet above them was the exit. There was no way up.
It appears I am not the only one who can make hasty decisions, Talathel thought thinking back to his misfortunes with the mold monster. With no way out, the elf saw little choice.
He gripped his kama, removing it from his belt. He pointed its blade down the tunnel in the direction of the two mysterious men.
"Let's go"
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