Evan Marsh first saw the Dungeon from the roof of a merchant wagon.
He had climbed there to keep a stack of canvas rolls from sliding off, but the higher position also let him see past the caravan. Wagons filled the road ahead of him. More followed behind, mixed with hired guards, adventurers, craftsmen, laborers, and families who had joined the merchants because traveling with several hundred other people was safer than traveling alone.
The road ahead entered directly into the side of a mountain underneath a sign that said 'Stable'.
Through a portal he saw a town that should not have existed inside a dungeon.
Stone buildings spread around a wide village square. Inns displayed painted signs. Food stalls competed with the smells coming from taverns, bakeries, and an open grill operated by an Orc. Adventurers crossed the streets carrying weapons beside gnomes in work clothes and goblins hauling crates.
