Day Fifty-One and a Dungeon
Dear Diary,
For some reason, my life has become a lot of sitting around in dungeons. There was floating in the ley prison thanks to the Ley Queen. Being trapped in a bedroom-shaped chamber, also thanks to She Who Needs A Name. This is my first classic dungeon experience.
It’s not pleasant.
Why Lazare’s Dungeons Are Disgusting
One. Oinky manages his sty much better than this. Haven’t you heard of plumbing, Lazare?
Two. I get it. This is a dungeon for fae. Magic gets blocked with ward stones. But would it be too much trouble to use stones that give off a nice scent, perhaps to offset item number one? Just throwing it out there.
Three. A threadbare blanket is not the same as a bed. I get that this isn’t a fancy hotel or something, but have you seen this floo
