You know, for a fastidious guy Dyssko sure likes squishy, smelly stuff. If it’s not hydra droppings or Kua Toa poo, it’s poisonous mushrooms. We were done with that room. Done! But no. “I need a sample. I need a sample.” Like a broken record. I hope that almost dying from fungi poison will make him more cautious.
It was quite a predicament. Exhausted, dirty, some of us half undressed and out of nowhere comes a winged devil with glowing red eyes. Shooting flaming arrows.