Door Strait from the Entrance

Evan moved towards the door on the right, going through the door he entered a new chamber after going down a short flight of stairs at the foot of the door. The room was well lit with a variety of glowing crystals embedded in the walls. The center of the room had a towering, and very buxom, stony gray-skinned orc woman with charcoal black hair and bright green eyes who had looked more attractive than most of the human women Evan had seen, including that the noble's daughter he had seen funding a group of adventurers a few months back. The orc woman was wearing a loincloth, with no top, so basically everything was on display, it was clear she had a very nice GG-Cup bosom, with inverted nipples, standing at 7'9", and was standing with a halberd at attention. There was a single door on the wall behind the stairs after he was finishing his descent, but Evan felt he wouldn't be getting close to the door anytime soon. Looking behind him, Evan saw the door he had entered through in the final stages of fading into the red sandstone walls.

"Greetings, little man," said the orc woman in a more articulate voice than Evan had anticipated, the surprise he had kept him going down the stairs and stopping at their foot in confusion.

After his brain had a moment to reboot, Evan said, "Who are you and how did you get here? Why do you not have a covering for your bosom?"

"First off, thanks for not attacking me on sight. As for my attire, I'm from a desert tribe, and it was extra sweltering a moment before I just appeared here. The orcs have these rumors and stories about people just disappearing without a trace only to have stories about someone having fought someone similar crop up a few weeks or months later." The orc woman took a look over Evan, "you're not as well-armed as every other human I've seen."

"Yeah, my gear is basically bottom of the barrel cheap gear, I could still barely buy it all because I mostly do odd jobs around town. So, I'm guessing dungeons have some sort of mechanism that allows them to...recruit creatures and place them in random chambers."

"Some, that most definitely seems to be the case," said the orc woman, "but most have been residing in or near the dungeon almost their entire lives, some are even born in the dungeons. The orcs have a legend about how the first of our kind managed to escape a dungeon after being born there. Oh, silly me, I'm known as Glarka."

"I'm Evan, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance. This is actually one of the newer dungeons, it's categorized as an upper-C dungeon. This dungeon is also just at the edge of my hometown, which happens to be a human village."

"Well, our exit should prove interesting, at the very least," said Glarka, "let's see how well we can make our way out of this place."