>>5261315[The Dungeon spends 3 Monster Points (MP) to corrupt a monster.]
[A sliver of [Corruption of the Crazed Scholar] has taken hold in [Goblin], transforming it into a [Goblin Savant].]
[Total amount of Monster Points (MP) remaining: 2]
Yet another goblin was shouldered with the burden of intelligence, another [Goblin Savant] was created.
It remained in the [Bugbear Den] for the time being.
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A handful of hours passed while the Dungeon busied itself with its new floor and the new inhabitants.
Familiar footsteps closed in on the dungeon until Grez stepped into view, she seemed to have calmed down from whatever she was going through earlier, she looked a bit out of it and she shyly tucked a loose strand of hair, that had somehow escaped from the usual ponytail, behind an ear, “You dealt with her, I assume?” she asked.
Slightly offended by its on-going role as a doorman, Chadaklin made his way to the dungeon entrance with powerful strides, once there he answered on behalf of the dungeon, “She was put to good use,” replied Chadaklin, “You won’t be seeing her again, however.”
A smile crept onto Grez’s face, one which she tried very hard to suppress, “I see,” she said, then clearing her throat and holding out a hand, “My payment?”
Fresh out of Dungeon Points, the Dungeon had currently no way to spawn any gold pieces.
Chadaklin was ordered to stall for time while the egos discussed how they were gonna spin this.
“First,” said Chadaklin, folding his arms, “Where did you go all of a sudden? The city above is crawling with those that want you dead, but you just took off.”
The half-orc rolled her eyes, “What’s this all of a sudden?” she said with a slight nervous chuckle and a blush creeping into her face, “You’re not my dad. I go wherever I want.”
”But if you MUST know,” she added, patting a small weapon at her side, “I bought a weapon. A sort of mace. Well, more of a cudgel really.”
Chadaklin raised an eyebrow, “You never carried weapons before.”
“Well,” replied Grez, folding her arms, “When I watched the half-giant pulverize a goblin’s skull with a fist I realized that could’ve been me. I’m not sure what was up with her, but most people would’ve tried for some revenge in a certain death scenario like the one she was just in. Maybe crack me over the head or stab me.”
The tall, half-devil nodded, “Why a mace?”
Grez shrugged, “With a dagger you’ve got a good chance of them bleeding out if things go south when there’s still some distance between us and the dungeon. So, I figured a mace would be better.”
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