The Archer

The Archer is with you. She is short, at only 5'4, and petite in general. Her breasts are a modest A-cup, but her thighs and ass hold the most weight, although still not much anyways.

She looks down at you, curiously. "Hey, you're awake!" She exclaims, grabbing your hand and helping you off the hard stone ground, where you had apparently been snoozing for who knows how long. "Where is everyone else?" You wonder aloud, rubbing your back, which is sore from being **** on such an uncomfortable surface. "Well, that's the thing. I think everybody is gone..." she says. "It seems to just be you and me down here!" This is surprising news, since your team didn't usually run away or leave each other behind. The Archer's name is Lia and you've known her for a while, as you were the third member of the raid party and her the fourth. Being trapped is no matter though, you are determined that you can escape. Speaking of escape, as your senses return, you observe the room you're currently in. It's large, somewhat lit with lanterns around the walls, made completely of dark grey stone. The dungeon is underground so there are no windows anywhere. The stone floor has a circular design that goes around the center, and some parts of the walls have glowing runes on them. Currently, there are no other doorways.