Awww...it felt nice having someone other than my parents and Dem, to worry about me. But yeah buddy...I don't let anyone boss me around, especially males. My father taught me to think for myself. My mother wanted me to be a damsel in distress all the time. Screw that.
I ran out of the dungeon. I need to figure out where we are before the guard wakes up or someone comes down to check on us. I look around the dungeon and there is no exit from down here.
I run to the top of the stone stairs to the door. I use my extra sensitive hearing to listen to what might be on the outside of the door. I hear nothing. I slowly push open the door and look around. Luckily the sun has fully gone down and I can see darkness through the window at the end of the corridor. I walk slowly to the end and still
