The Elders all turned to Socrate, who sighed and opened a portal for them.
He hadn't volunteered for this run, but it looked like he was going to have to go anyhow, and live up to the duties of a ranked Elder, while someone else took care of the Alchemy warehouse for the day.
"Alright, off we go. But just for the record, this is a terrible idea, and it's going to be utter chaos once we arrive."
The moment that those words were out of his mouth, Socrate regretted them. It was as if speaking them out loud was making it a certainty and not a mere possibility. And he already had the portal open.
The dungeon at Tel was a lively place, always open, but guarded by the Telheusto Clan, a group of former Elders from other Sects and Clans, who had banded together for the sake of making money and guarding the dungeon.
Like so many others, they also liked to make challenges or take a cut of the earnings of groups entering.
