The Dungeon Manager, wearing a wooden mask, held out a hand. "Welcome, guests," his clear voice said. "Please, follow us. We will show you around the Necro Market. We hope your trip was not too hard." His posture was straight, his movements smooth. There was no rush in his tone, only a calm invitation.
The seven Goatfolk traders were still amazed by the outside of the dungeon. They swallowed hard. Griz, usually calm, felt a knot in his stomach. This was not what he expected. They looked at each other, silent questions in their eyes, then slowly followed Orkesh, Mina, and the Manager inside. The doors closed softly behind them, making a quiet click that echoed slightly in the newly entered space. It felt like stepping into a different world.
