Exit the dungeon.

With each of you dripping wet and exhausted, you're glad to step back out into the open air. You and Niki push the doors closed behind you. The sun is still shining warm and bright, which is a relief. You were starting to get the chills. With that done, you look to your party, and ask what kind of treasures they managed to procure.

Four jewels of varying colours and sizes. An ivory statuette of a woman. One plain silver ring. A soccer ball-sized pearl. Five gold pieces. Six silver pieces. Five copper pieces. Finally, your sword.

"Weird. It isn't glowing anymore," Niki says.

You look it over and shrug before sliding it back into your scabbard. "Yeah I have no idea. Is there magic that can like, identify magic items?"

"I'm not quite good enough to do something like that, but there are mages you can," Eva explains. "Someone who knows a lot about magic weaponry just needs to take a good look at it, and they should be able to find out most of it."

"Only most, eh?"

"Well, sometimes it's really hard to know if an item is cursed or not until it's too late..."

Oh awesome.

You sigh and look out towards that tower from before. "Maybe we should check that place out. It might be a good, safe place to recover, if it isn't filled with monsters. If it is though, we're out of there. I'm done fighting right now."

So, you continue onwards. The party walks towards the stone tower. It has a blue roof, several windows, and a large wooden double door up a few steps at the base. There are flowers around it of varying colours, which look to have been recently watered. Droplets cover the delicate petals, though it hasn't rained in some time. You approach the door, but then you hear footfalls to your right.

A female catfolk wearing what you could only describe as a French maid outfit steps around the corner with a watering can in her hand. She has neck-length brown hair, and bright blue eyes. The ears on her head twitch as she turns to approach.

"Well hi there, meow," she says. "What can I do for nyou?"

Nyou? Really? "We were just wondering who lives here. Is it just you?"

"Nyo. I'm but a maid." She looks to Eva, who appears to be giving her the stink eye yet again, but she simply tilts her head in response. "Are nyou okay, meow?"

"Why are you talking like that?!" Eva shouts.

"Nyow my ears," she responds. "Please nyot so loud, meow. If nyou are here to talk with my myaster, just say so."

You gaze up at the great length of the tower and wonder who would live all the way out here. "Sorry. We actually have no idea who lives here, but we wouldn't mind talking to him. He might want to know about a dungeon really close to his home."

"Interesting, meow. I will let him knyow right away." She then skips up to the door, pulls them open, and then closes them behind her.

You look to Eva with a raised brow. "Do uh... catfolk talk like that sometimes or something?"

Eva shakes her head. "No. No they do not."