>>5725370>>5725371>>5725375>>5725379>>5725404>>5725413>>5725490>>5725646>Help her.. COOLLY."Not to worry, my lady." You smirk with a flick of your hood's brim. "I'll aid you.. COOLLY."
"Huh? What does that even mean?" Your lady looks bewildered–perhaps somewhat worried for your head–as she shoves a trowel into your chest. “Come on, just get scraping. We've got to cover this whole chamber. We’ll need about three shots’ worth. And whip the gnome and big one into shape for this, too–this might take a while."
You look about the floor–vast, laden with fog, consumed by overgrowth and lined with tiles all around. You sigh, falling to your knees and worming the trowel into the grout between tiles. You’ll have to put all your efforts here into looking as COOL AS POSSIBLE as you scrape for residue.
The hours tick by..
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“Ah–ah–.. Is this it?!” You gasp, face awash with sweat and knees black and blue (but in a cool way). You dig the trowel into the canvas, each scrape freeing another few globules of a glittery paste-like substance resonating with magical power. “Ah! Lady Sigrid! I think I’ve found it..!”
“What? Huh? Let me see.” Your master frowns, approaching you from across the room.
“Hmm.. well.. yes, this looks like it. DUNGEON RESIDUE. And quite a bit of it, too.” Your master muses as she turns the trowel over in her hands, a magnascope over the material. “Very nice. DUNGEON RESIDUE is a kind of synovial material, a natural byproduct of a dungeon’s magical shifting and refitting for new adventurers–as chambers scrape against each other to create a new labyrinth, this comes off and drains down into the bottom. A mixture of actual, physical dungeon stonework and pure magic. An excellent magical component for a TRANSPECIATION POTION.”
“So–so we’re done, then..?” You gasp in exhaustion (but in a cool way). The mossfolk is still worming her way through tiles while the gnome is snoring in some corner.
“If we’ve nothing to do here left, yes. I’d like to leave this dreary dungeon as soon as possible. I’m sick of the dark.” Your lady sighs. “Just one last ingredient now..”
>Return to the surface.>Wait! You’ve got something to do! [Write-In.] 