Monthly Short: The Dungeonrunners - ch.3

Author's Note: <Thunder rumbles>

<Lightning crackles>

<Skies tear asunder>

That's right everyone, it's time for the maddafakkin' Dungeonrunners. Briefly jeopardized and then rescued by one of our very own patrons (hi! I don't know how specific of a shout-out you want so I'll leave it vague!) we now have the third chapter of the Dungeonrunners story and I feel like it's pretty steamy stuff.

Enjoy!

[some story/comedy/whatnot] [WoW] [futa errywhere] [oral] [frotting] [alcohol use] [lots of rubbing/kissing] [anal] [rimming] [voyeurism/public sex, kinda] [fun/light/cute]

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“I swear if another one of you falls off into the water...” the grumbled sigh came from Ellivieve as the warlock made her way back up through the dungeon and to the reformed group of her companions, shooting a particularly cold glare at a sheepish (and soaked) Nianei.

“You’ll what?” Alora grinned, though the high elf was only just beginning to dry off herself after having taken an accidental dive into the basilisk-filled waters below. “Accidentally summon the wrong demon again?”

“That wasn’t my fault. Or... it kinda was. It would have gone better if Nia hadn’t tried to offer it her soul.” Elli growled back. It had been a few weeks since the “incident” with her summoned succubus and it didn’t seem like she’d ever hear the end of it.

Though that, it seemed, was what friends were for, the warlock nevertheless found herself increasingly wishing the group would find something else to joke about. Nia’s crush on her mom would be a start. Or maybe the fact that Aloradelle had tried to fit every even remotely phallic-looking gadget in Gnomeregan into her ass. For the most part, she’d succeeded, taking regular pitstops though the cavernous, mechanized dungeon to “intimately” investigate the abandoned devices the group found there.

“Alright, where’s the boss?” Nia chirped, changing the topic and looking around the top platform where the rest of the group had gathered. “Princess... whatsherface?”

There was a murmur of stifled laughter as the other girls looked to one another. “We killed her while you were gone, sweetheart,” Luasha confessed, the draenei girl’s mother keeping a straight face (mostly) in spite of the giggling of her teammates.

“What! You killed the boss? Without me? I wasn’t gone that long!”

“You got lost twice on the way here,” Alora giggled. “Trust me, I was watching you on the map.”

Nianei let out an exasperated breath through her nostrils, casting sweeping glares out at the other girls. “Well... was there at least any cool loot for me?”

“Staff that Mara took. Pair of cool gloves that Lua took.”

“Mail gloves! Mooom!” Nia’s already adorably-big eyes widened even further as she chastised the older draenei, who now had to stifle a cruel giggle of her own.

“Sorry sweetie. I needed the upgrade.” Luasha covered her mouth to hide her smirk, though her impressive breasts jiggled a little with the force of hiding her chuckles.

“You guys-- I-- you-- fuck you guys,” the teen draenei growled, idly wringing the water out of one of her long, pale blue pigtails as she did. “I seriously never get any good loot.”

“Look on the bright side,” Marastaris chimed in, the night elf allowing herself a small smirk as she stretched, hooking her (new) staff behind her neck and arching out to show off the lean muscles of her stomach. “There’s more to dungeons than just loot. Look at everything around you -- this place is pretty beautiful. Now that all the stone giants and snakes and shit are gone, obviously.”

Huffing again, Nia begrudgingly glanced around her -- and admittedly, it was an impressively lovely place. Among the long, rocky pathways that the group had spent most of their time in, the massive, verdant caverns of Maraudon had plenty to be desired. Ferns, vines, and other plants seemed to grow out of every corner of the cave, no matter how unlikely, assisted by the immense amount of water the place boasted. “Yeah, but, I mean...” the young shaman murmured. “We’re not staying, right? We’re gonna go turn our quests in yeah?”

“Not a chance!” Mara said, her lips widening into a playful grin. “Odds are we’ll never come back here, right? I wanna see everything it has to offer. Know what that means?”

Elli blinked, idly shaking off the imp that was doggedly humping her leg. Since the incident in the Stockades, she hadn’t attempted to summon another succubus, even if she could likely control it better this time. “What does that mean--?”

The warlock’s question was cut off by its answer, as the kaldorei reached down to tug her top up and over her head, tossing it to the rocky platform beneath her and leaving her firm, sweat-shimmering pink breasts exposed, the perfect capstones to her lusciously lean figure. “It means the last one in’s a rotten egg.” Smirking -- and making sure to grab her brew barrel at the last instant -- the elf backflipped off of the outcropping and down to the water below.

Squeaking in panic at the threat, Nia began to scramble at her own armor and clothes, doing her best to peel off the mis-matched pieces of chain and leather and throwing them beside her. “It’s not gonna be me!” she squealed, throwing her pair of maces to the ground and quickly stripping. Alora was the next to react, hiking up the skirts of her slimming white robe and starting to draw it upward, showing off her delicate white panties and the expanse of her slim, pale body. Ellivieve and Luasha took a moment to come around to the idea (with Nianei already in the water before her mother began to strip down), but within two minutes the platform where Princess Theradras had once stood was heaped with the collective armor and weapons of the five dungeonrunners.

Splash after splash hit the water as they dove or cannonballed into the wide expanse of warm, clear water beneath them, and squeals of delight now echoed out across the stone caverns of Maraudon. Shorts, stockings, or panties were tossed, soaked, onto the rocky shore not far away, and after a few moments of chuckling and splashing, a sense of relaxation began to finally sink in. Moments like these, in a world that constantly seemed on the very brink of being shattered, were rare -- but the Dungeonrunners knew well enough to embrace the occasion when it arose. In these warm, clean waters in a dungeon cleared of threats, there was no reason not to take a load off before going back into the fray.

“Anyone need a drink?” With her keg of fortified wine sitting beside her, Marastaris had climbed up onto a rock just ahead of a waterfall -- close enough that the light mist from the descending waters could mist along her smooth pink skin, keeping her glistening even after she’d crawled out of the pool itself. Lifting the keg with one arm and opening the spigot with the other, the monk hoisted it above her head and let the rich, honey-violet liquid pour down her throat, trickling down her chin and between her firm breasts before being cleansed away by the aura of water that seemed to surround her. “I’ve got plenty,” she gasped, wiping her lips. “Now that the bosses are all taken care of, the rest is just party favors.”

“I do!” Nia gasped. The young draenei was doing her best to mostly stay shoulder-deep in the pool, retaining what little modesty she had after the incident with Devah. Ignoring the half-hearted glare from Luasha, the shaman swam clumsily over to the rock where the night elf was perched, her legs folded daintily to leave the big present between them more of a barely-glimpsed shadow of what could be. Tilting her head back, Nianei opened her mouth and tried to suppress her giggles as Mara poured a long stream of the stuff into the draenei’s mouth, leaving the spigot open just a little longer than necessary so that she could watch Nia splutter in her desperate attempt to swallow it all.

Nia’s splutters and coughs finally faded to a soft giggle, though, the effects of the strong alcohol quickly making themselves felt in her relatively lightweight figure. “You ass,” she chuckled, wiping her mouth and sinking back into the water as Mara poured another pull of the stuff into her own mouth. As she began to turn back towards the rest of the group, however, she was met by the flick of a soft, small tongue -- the priestess, Alora, taking a very light lick at a dribble of wine at the corner of Nia’s lips.

“Hey!” the draenei teen yelped, splashing playfully back at the high elf who shielded her eyes, visibly smirking.

“What? I wanted a taste, that’s all,” she purred. “Don’t be so greedy.”

“Oh yeah? Well...” Nia huffed quietly, her mind wandering for a comeback. She’d been more than a little restless lately -- after the soiree in the Wailing Caverns, the incident in the Stockades, and then Alora’s little display in Gnomeregan, she’d been getting more and more frisky. She had to set the precedent that this kind of teasing wouldn’t be taken lightly. “Well, maybe I just want a taste of you,” she said after an awkward pause, considering the statement to be a triumphant comeback but quickly realizing that it would only be a total embarrassment if she didn’t act on it.

Lunging forward, the draenei girl pounced onto the even slimmer elf, smashing her lips clumsily into Aloradelle’s and finding the ghostly-blonde elf surprisingly receptive, cooing into Nia’s lips as their mouth-squishing turned into a surprisingly intense kiss. “Mmnph...!” the young shaman squealed, her eyes opening wide as she felt Alora’s slim, slippery figure press against hers beneath the water.

“And you guys always call me an alcoholic when I say it’s not a party ‘til someone brings booze,” Mara’s grin widened, though the night elf didn’t appear to be feeling the full impact of her homemade brew so far -- she’d built up quite the tolerance, at this point. While Luasha let out a soft sigh and Ellivieve sank deeper into the water in a last-minute attempt to hide the increasing flush of her pale cheeks, Marastaris watched raptly and with a wide grin -- keeping her eyes locked on the confused making out between the awkward shaman and shameless priestess. “Yet I here I stand -- or sit, I guess -- utterly vindicated. Hey, can you two pull up a bit? The water’s hiding way too much!”

“Mmmph, but...” Nia murmured, her eyes turning over to Mara before growing even wider -- with the keg still beside her, the green-haired kaldorei had finally shed her demure pose and spread her legs a little, enough to show off the gradually swelling shaft between her lean, athletic thighs, rising a little with each pulse. It flooded the draenei with a feeling of... what was it... pride? Excitement? While Devah had certainly taken an interest in her, it was difficult to say whether that interest was sensual or purely self-serving in nature. This was different.

Blinking, the teen shaman let out a little purr and tilted her gaze back to Alora, who’s hazy blue eyes were meeting hers, nearly-flat chest squished into Nianei’s only slightly more impressive one. She could feel her wet nipples rubbing and sliding along the high elf’s, causing a certain something to stir between her own slim thighs, and before she could close for another kiss Alora had done it for her. She moaned quietly into the other girl’s mouth, ignoring the rest of the world for now, letting her eyes drift shut again as the idea of being watched, being desired, caused her body to grow even hotter, more excited.

“You like that she’s watching us, don’t you?” a teasing whisper could be felt against Nia’s lips as Alora helped draw them up out of the water a little, showing a little of their bare sides and chests as they nibbled and kissed at one another’s lips. Nia gasped softly when she felt the elf girl’s cock press gently into her own, getting stiff as well now, though adorably small even compared to the draenei’s own. “What if we got a little closer?”

“You mean, like...?” Nia blinked, glancing from Alora back to the night elf, who was leaning back on one arm now, bringing her nearer to the waterfall behind her. Water trickled down Mara’s figure in little rivulets, coating the curves of her lean muscles, making her glisten. One hand gently dragged up the ripples of her own firm stomach, ascending farther and cupping her own full breast, rubbing it gently as she watched her two teammates kiss... and conspire.

Alora returned with a nod of approval and a wicked smirk, gently biting into Nia’s lower lip and taking one of the young draenei’s hands in her own, starting to swim towards the rock where Marastaris bathed and drank her wine. Luasha and Elli had made their way to the shore, chatting idly about something but remaining topless -- while Lua seemed fairly oblivious to what was about to happen, the warlock girl continued to steal the occasional nervous glance towards the other three members of their party.

“You like what you see, Mara?” the priestess purred as she pulled up to the side of the rock, still lightly dragging Nia behind her and giving the two slender, topless adventurers the appearance of two mermaids preparing to seduce a wayward sailor. There was no shyness in the high elf’s demeanor -- not that there ever was -- as she reached out her other hand to caress up along the monk’s smooth thigh. Her eyes tilted up, sweeping along Mara’s remarkable figure before locking gazes, bringing a little smile to both elves’ faces.

“What gave me away?” the monk cooed back lightly, shifting her weight just a little, that her thighs spread a bit more and made the intoxicatingly big, purple erection between them even more obvious, a playful answer to her own question. “Would either of you care for a drink?”

Nia, who was already a bit heady from the pull she’d taken from Mara’s keg, nodded eagerly, excited for an opportunity to dispel a bit more of her nervousness. As Alora nodded in tandem -- never breaking her simmering gaze with Marastaris -- the kaldorei lifted the keg back up with one strong arm, spreading her thighs a bit more... and drew the spigot to the side, letting a slow trickle of it fall to stream down along the tip of her thick, hard girlcock. “Why didn’t you say so?” she giggled, picking one leg up to prop her bare foot on the rock beneath her, better balancing herself while allowing both girls easy access to the lewd wellspring of drink she was providing.

Aloradelle lunged for it quickly, her big blue eyes still focused on Mara while her tongue stroked up along that huge cock, letting the wine trickle down her tongue and into her mouth while also sampling the sweet, musky taste of the throbbing flesh beneath. The draenei youth was a little more shy, her cheeks reddening intensely -- besides a small kiss from her mother and shyly fondling Elli’s dick, she was still inexperienced, nowhere near the minx that the party’s healer had revealed herself to be. To have her face this close to a dick this big was both exhilarating and terrifying, but after a moment she finally let her tongue snake out, closing her eyes and taking a shy, affectionate lap at one of Mara’s smooth, pale violet balls. She could feel the strong, dark wine pooling in her tongue and she swallowed it, letting out a little coo as she dragged her tongue upward, taking a long lick along the side of the brewmaster’s massive rod that mirrored Alora’s own affectionate licking.

“Mmmphhh...” Alora moaned, her own eyes finally closing as well as she lapped upward, dragging her tongue back down before curling it around the tip of Mara’s wine-scented cock. One hand pressed up along the other elf’s sumptuous abs to gently paw at one bare breast, while the other wound around Nia’s waist playfully, lightly grabbing the young shaman’s perky, pliable butt as she licked and slurped at the big rod in front of her. Nia let out a little moan of her own at the grab, her breath picking up with excitement now, occasionally swallowing as her mouth filled with wine -- and after a moment her tongue ascended, lips pressing and suckling at the head of Mara’s dick just as Alora was doing the same.

The two girls’ lips met once more and held there, their soft murmurs of excitement combining into a single sound as they made out, squishing their chests forward to flank both pairs of small tits on either side of Mara’s cock, squishing up and down along it lightly. While it could only be considered a titfuck at all with one on each side (any less would simply be ineffective), Mara bit her lower lip hard, stifling an anxious moan. Tilting back a little, she kept her eyes on the two, watching them hungrily kiss each other again, and poured another stream of wine into her own mouth before letting the cask flow over those two conjoined, cavorting pairs of lips, tongues sliding and swirling around one another as the wine trickled into their mouths, back down along Mara’s cock again to provide a sort of sweet, sticky lubricant for their gentle grinding against it.

“O-ohh fuck,” Mara groaned, her own breath picking up now as she watched the two kiss and squirm against her, her own cock ragingly hard now and increasingly wanting more. “Hey girls... why don’t you climb up here with me...?” Grinning, she took one more draw from the keg and tossed it, empty, into the water beside her, leaning back on one arm and waiting for the pair to take up her offer. To her delight, they quickly did, their hot kiss calming down and their attention turning more fully back to the night elf.

“That sounds like an excellent idea,” the half-whisper, half-purr from Aloradelle was muffled at the end as the high elf pulled upwards, licking up along Mara’s cock, along her lean belly and up across one nipple, drawing up out of the water and locking her lips firmly to the monk’s in a renewed kiss. She wiggled to carefully reposition herself, draping one leg around Mara’s side while keeping the other lowered, so that she was straddling the kaldorei’s thigh -- kissing her deeply while pressing her small breast to Mara’s bigger one, their nipples colliding playfully. Then too, did another mismatched pair make contact as Alora gently squished her stiff, tiny pale cock into the bigger elf’s, rocking up against it while the two kissed.

Nianei just stared in amazement for a moment, her heart pounding in her chest and her eyes locked on the sensuous display, water trickling over both bodies as the two elves hungrily kissed and rubbed, moaning and whimpering into one another’s mouths. This wasn’t their first time having sex -- even with each other -- but Nia found herself panicking for how to join in. Did Mara even want her to join in? Maybe she was--

The young draenei let out a little squeak, tail swishing frantically in the water and creating small splashes as the kiss between the two elves broke, Mara turning a lustful gaze down to the naked shaman still half-immersed in the clear pool. “You coming?” she said, offering a small smile and extending her hand. Nia reached out, taking it gently, lips slightly parted as she was drawn up out of the water and into the monk’s lap, straddling her thigh in a similar position to Alora.

A warm gasp escaped the young shaman’s lips as Mara pressed them against her own, stealing a long, hot kiss that was a little more soothing, a little more gentle than the one she’d given to Alora, like she knew Nia needed somewhat more delicate treatment. Both hands slid down on either side, draping around both girls’ slim hips and holding them gently to her lap, Nia and Alora flanking her now. The night elf tilted her head from side to side, stealing eager kisses from both -- both of her firm boobs were now squished inward by the pressing chests of the other two girls, nipples hidden from any outside viewer as they were gently rubbed and twiddled at by their opponents. Mara’s monolithic girlcock, already agonizingly hard before tugging both girls up into her lap, was now throbbing anxiously with need as it, too, was rubbed and sawed against by two smaller satellites.

“B-by the Naaru...” Nia breathed softly, panting from the last hard kiss to her lips, watching the two elves kiss now. Her body was tingling like it never had, the way she slid and rubbed her naked form into Mara’s, feeling both elves’ hands sliding up and down her back and butt, rubbing and caressing her soft, pale blue skin. She kept watching the other two girls tongue-wrestle, her breath heating up as she thrust her petite hips forward, grinding her hard blue girldick against Mara’s massive purple one. She could feel it pulsating under her own shaft, could feel Alora’s tiny one slipping and sliding around it from the other side, occasionally brushing along Nia’s own. “You’re so big....”

“Thanks for noticing,” Marastaris breathed softly, pulling away from Alora’s pale pink lips and leaving a little saliva trail as she turned, kissing the young draenei again. This was different and definitely exciting, pleasurable in its own gentle, teasing way -- the warmth of these two sleek beauties cuddling into her sides, their wet girlcocks rubbing and grinding into her own. She began to slowly rock her own hips up, biting her lip and looking down, breaking away from both pairs of lips to watch as those two cute dicks pressed and rubbed into her own. Droplets of precum mixed with the flow from the waterfall just behind her, making the rubbing easy and smooth, effortless, skin gliding against skin as the girls got more restless, rocking their hips eagerly forward. Mara could feel both tight, perky backsides rubbing along her thighs, feel their breasts sliding and pushing into her own chest... the intensity of it starting to cloud her thoughts....

The monk was shocked from her state of almost tranquil ecstasy when she felt Nia seize her lips in a hard kiss, and the sound of heated moans filtered back in through her ears as the two girls rocked against her, three cocks rubbing and sliding together in an elaborate bouquet of pleasure. The young draenei was spasming against her now, tail thrashing wildly behind her as she rocked forward harder, gasping into Mara’s lips, seeming to steal the kiss out of sheer desperation as she shook and trembled. Her rigid little cock surged and pulsated, once, then twice, then a third time, pump after pump of hot sticky seed squirting out to coat the other two shafts and a bit of Alora’s belly, who reacted with a pleased giggle.

“H-holy smokes...” Nia panted, her cheeks deeply flushed now, though the light misting of water seemed to be keeping her fairly cool. “That was....”

“Fun?” Alora grinned, leaning across to smooch and nibble at the younger girl’s lower lip, grabbing her cock gently and giving it a few slow, teasing strokes. She herself was definitely not finished though, still grinding hungrily into Mara, who was getting increasingly restless herself. “Not done, are you?”

“I... I think I am... I feel so... whew...” Nia said with a few light-headed blinks, her head bobbing a little bit as she leaned into Mara’s shoulder, cuddling loosely to her side. “Can... can you two...?”

“Keep going?” the priestess chuckled. “We aren’t going to stop just because you got off, love. But your mom isn’t watching, so maybe you can get a closer look this time while Mara fucks me.”

“Oh, how she takes that for granted,” Mara teased, giggling. “What makes you think I’d wanna fuck you, quel’dorei?”

“I don’t remember asking.” Alora smirked, licking her lips and stealing one last quick kiss from Nia before shifting her position, getting fully in Mara’s lap now and winding one arm around the young draenei’s waist, keeping her close by as she straddled the monk, easing her backside down onto the rigid, throbbing cock still ravenously standing at attention between those perfect pink thighs.

Nia nuzzled lightly into Alora’s soft blonde hair, watching as the high elf began to eagerly mount the bigger girl beneath her. She wanted to see this, though, and this time she wanted to see it up close. Alora was right -- her mom wasn’t watching. No getting scolded for this. And if she was ever going to get... ermm... fucked, like Alora was going to, she should know what she was in for.

Sliding down a little, the shamaness gave Mara’s freed breast a shy kiss, then drifted back down into the water -- cooling off a little more while also getting a better view of the way Mara’s huge cock was sandwiched between the priestess’s delicate buttcheeks, the tip pressing inward ever so slightly as Alora playfully rocked back and forth down onto it. Would it be okay if I... interfered? she wondered quietly, biting her lower lip and reaching up, lightly helping to spread Alora’s petite cheeks and giving her a beautiful view of the pale pink star between them, along with the smooth, small pouch of her hairless balls and the patch of slightly puffy flesh between them.

Her tongue snaked out almost of its own accord, tracing tenderly along that tiny entrance and watching it flex and quiver under the attention. “Ohh, you bad girl,” Alora purred, arching her back a little as she began to sink down, using the little bit of extra lubricant to sink down onto the slick, throbbing rod of meat that was Mara’s massive elven girlcock.

The priestess’s eyes fluttered and a little half-whimper, half-gasp of pure satisfaction burst free from her lips as she felt Mara’s dick push into her ass, spreading her sweetly apart. She hadn’t had the monk inside of her since the Wailing Caverns and she’d been thinking about it ever since -- and it was exactly as good as she remembered it. Due to the -- at times challenging -- size of her own penis Alora had adapted very well to getting the majority of her sexual pleasure from behind, and as such it didn’t take long before she’d slid down a bit deeper on that massive shaft, letting it fill her up and stretch her out. She leaned down to gently kiss Mara, tongue spiraling blissfully around the night elf’s as she rocked her hips up, then back down, moving in smooth, easy motions that matched and complimented Mara’s somewhat more relaxed upward pumps.

Nia watched enthralled, keeping her hands on the perky globes of Alora’s butt and keeping them spread, finally getting her perfect moment to observe uninterrupted, staring as that huge pink cock spread that little hole out around it, stretching Alora just enough to sink in deep. She watched as that tight hole clenched and rolled around it, doing its best to adjust to each thrust -- but with Aloradelle’s degree of anal experience it was only a few moments before that big thing was pushing in and out smoothly, driving upward like this throbbing juggernaut, a pleasure-piston that was pulsing against every one of the high elf’s sweet spots.

As if entranced, Nia leaned in to lightly roll her tongue up along the monk’s smooth, tight sack, licking up along the base of her cock and then spiraling around the stuffed rim of Alora’s asshole as it was deeply, sweetly fucked, tasting the entire experience even as she watched it and listened to it. Absorbing the event in every way but one, and increasingly beginning to wonder which side she’d rather be on. Would she rather be Mara, driving her thick, pulsing shaft into that tight hole, feeling it quiver and give in to her rough, rapid, lustful thrusts? Or would she prefer to be Alora, back arched, her blonde hair spilling down her back as her entire slender body was rocked by hard pumps, her tiny cock bobbing and weeping little pearly tears of precum as her anus was crammed full. The two were fucking harder and faster now, finding a smooth, easy, satisfying rhythm that kept getting quicker, more restless and only occasionally interrupted by a blissful squeal, spurred on by Nia’s unexpected little “interventions.”

“By the L-Light by the Liiiiiiiiight-t-t-- LightLightLightLightffFfuUUUCkkkKk!!” Alora shrieked, her eyes squeezing shut and then snapping open wide, her mouth forming into an “O” of ecstasy. Nia stared in amazement, listening to Mara’s own frantic groans of pleasure, as pump after pump of hot, thick elven spunk began to shoot into Alora’s tight, clinging hole, leaking out around the big, throbbing invader and trickling down the length of Mara’s shaft, between her balls -- only to be gently, curiously licked up by the spectating draenei.

“Mnnn...” Nia cooed, swallowing a little and then licking again, trailing her tongue up and down that cock before swirling it back around Alora’s stuffed and creampied hole, letting it pool in her tongue before swallowing that down as well. “That was so cool....”

“T-that’s what you said last time,” Mara giggled lazily, panting from her climax and wrapping her arms around Alora’s slim waist, the priestess having collapsed forward against her chest. “You have fun, Ni?”

The shaman nodded, maybe a little too fast, chewing her lip. “Maybe next time, erm....”

“Maybe next time you can take Alora’s spot, eh?” Mara grinned.

“Yeah, maybe,” Nianei whispered, her blush returning to her face, followed by a little smile. “Maybe I can help fight the final boss next time, too.”

“Well we’ll see about that, then, won’t we? We’ve still got a hell of a lot of dungeons ahead of us.”