“The peacetalks will officially begin in one week, but many have already began to gathering on the safe island of the Tearfall Isles. They built a city on what would normally be considered floor one, as there are no enemies on it.” Eliana explained.
That wasn’t surprising. I had seen so many different kinds of dungeons. Bandit’s Respite had been constructed similarly. The first floor was technically the base of operations and didn’t have any mobs. Well, technically, the bandits were the mobs, but they weren’t necessarily aggressive if they thought you were on their side.
“So, is there a traveling guild that we must use to get there?” I asked.
Eliana immediately shook her head. “No, there isn’t any way to teleport into or out of the dungeon.”
“I heard that people could be resurrected though?”
“Yes, the dungeon doesn’t obscure resurrections, but they can only occur within the dungeon. It’s extremely expensive. The priests there don’t belong to any of the churches officially, and they extort adventurers out of their hard-earned gold.”
Ah, I understood now. There were no floors for the dungeon, and perhaps the miasma wasn’t very thick, so anyone could be resurrected to the city on the first floor. Technically, when someone died, they could be resurrected in a dungeon. The reason that most people acted like death in a dungeon was permanent came in three reasons. The first was that the priest had to be physically in the dungeon to even attempt it.
“They aren’t like most Osterians.” Alysia’s voice explained. “They’re more like me.”
“We’re adventurers.” One of the girls nodded in agreement. “We go where adventure awaits!”
“Marice... that’s lame...”
“Eh! How was that lame? I thought I sounded cool.”
“Definitely lame...” Another girl spoke up.
“You too, Faith?”
I thought her words meant something. As I saw a ship pull into the harbor, I also felt a pull for adventure. I just hoped things remained reasonable. I was traveling with a pregnant woman, after all.