You accompany the group through the dungeon, battling fearsome foes, until you reach what appears to be a camp with people milling about. Two men light a fire, and the woman beckons you to sit. You sit in silence as Byron sets about grimly cooking something in a helmet over the fire. “We’ve been looking for you for a very long time,” the woman finally says, “You left quite a mess up there.” She rolls a ball of fire in her hands and looks at you.
“You know me? How long have I been down here?” you ask. She smirks. “I do, time flows differently here, it could’ve been weeks, there were about 30 of us when we entered.” She looks around at the leftovers of the group; barely 10 of them left. “We‘ll talk more along the way. Prepare yourself for the road. We don’t have much time, that thing grows in power by the minute.”