"…"
"Leader… I don't mean to say anything, but why are we returning so late to the city?" – asked the party member C of the Silver Talons as he and rest of the group were heading towards the city.
"Well, are supposed to be having a 'meeting' with dungeon master… A peaceful one." – replied the masked leader.
"We need to make sure we would 'encounter' anybody heading towards the camp just in case."
"If we didn't do that right, then our cover is blown."
"The question is now…. We waited long enough, but what sort of story are we going to make?"
"We can't just admit that the golems attacked us, since we want the dungeon to survive and be captured by our forces."
"The fucking problem here is though, how will we make it believable."
"I mean, we planned on putting explosives around to make it look like the dragon worms came from the underground… But the fucking problem is that the golems stopped us in tracks before we could had set off explosives."
