Clémence

Ah...the ill-disciplined warrior. Clémence. That was her name, if you recall her name correctly. She is pretty and appears unconcerned by the situation, though you question her choice of armour. Heavy platemail may be suitable for a crowded battlefield, but down in the depths each clank will reverberate to no end, surely alerting the many twisted creatures you store there. The fearsome mace she wields will be of little avail if she allows herself to be overwhelmed by the many monsters lurking in every crevice, listening for lost wanderers.

'Mélanie!' 'Aliénor!' 'Where are you!?' You would laugh were you not so bemused. Clémence obviously has little time for such concerns, and all the more power to her. She won't get very far in any case. Let her have her fun. She quickly sets off down the nearest corridor, to the left, and you take a moment to look again at your seeing stone. Not only does the object let you observe your newest guests, it gives you a clear view of the entire labyrinth. Yellow dots show the location of your recent arrivals, whilst red dots, or clusters on occasion, display the comings and going of the many malevolent inhabitants of your dungeon. Clémence, in fact, seems to be marching headlong into one of the red groups, so you quickly turn your attention back to her adventure.

A red light burns brightly in the distance, and you just about make out the sound of hushed, garbled chatter over the loud clinks of Clémence's thick armour. She advances more and more quickly, and raises both her mace and her shield in an aggressive stance. You look forward and see several short figures hurriedly getting up and arming themselves. Clémence charges forward, back in her element, the rush of battle propelling her at speed.