The Weakest Kobold In The Dungeon Gets A Level [Book 1 Complete] Chapter 57: Book 2, Chapter 8: Too Good To Be True

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For the first time in months, I miss my sunken castle. The halls were cold, but at least you could bundle up in the smaller rooms and feel safe. That was what he wanted for his friends right now, somewhere closed off and secure, away from the open areas of the world where threats could lie in wait. It was his single greatest desire, but they had a job to do. Others relied on what they were doing, and they needed to be protected, too. “I’m sorry that you guys had to go through that. This tower is a cruel place. I wish I could make it easier, but that’s not an option we’re getting right now. If we are going to defend our people, then all we can do is move forward and get through this. Together?” Nik stood as tall as he could, even though he barely reached any of the goblins’ shoulders, and gave them a look of encouragement. Kath spoke softly as she pulled herself back from the group hug. “I hate this place, but you're right; there is more left that needs to be done. I know that you never told us it would be an easy road, but I just… I didn't see that comin’. I’m still with you.” “Let's smash through this tower so we can get back to your little one,” Stics said. “I don't want to stay here a moment longer than we have to. No matter what's waitin’ ahead for us, we'll get it done together. Now let’s do this.” The members of his lowerguard put closed hands forward, each in turn, and Nik mirrored the gesture. They held the knuckles of each of their fists against one another’s in unity and resolve. Once they separated, it was because they were each ready to continue their mission. Then, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed something a bit odd about Eric’s silhouette. Nik turned toward the adventurer, and the truth of the situation came fully into view. He failed to contain a surprised guffaw as well as the laughter that followed. Tears of humor began to mingle with those of sadness as he looked upon the visage of a warrior with a fae-dragon strapped to his back. “What? What’s so funny?” the adventurer asked. Nik fought to get out any sort of response with the gasping breaths between laughs. “Eric, the proud warrior… Slayer of shadows and beasts… Why are you wearing my dragon?” he asked through uncontrollable laughter. Unperturbed by Nik’s mocking, he held his serious expression. His face remained neutral, even as the little sleeping dragon’s head lolled to the side over the warrior’s shoulder and poured a mouthful of drool down his chest. “We needed a way to get him down from the tunnel. People do this with their young kids all of the time, it's really not that funny,” said Eric. Unfortunately, his protests not only made it harder for Nik to stop laughing but also got the rest of the group to burst out into their own fits of laughter. Even his fellow adventurers had joined in, some more boisterous than others. It wasn't joyous laughter, and sorrow still hung in the air between them — but it was a little lighter now than it had been before. That slight ease paved the way for a return to normalcy, even if that return would take more time to be completed. “So, all that’s down here with us is a large body of water. The only other path we have is in the tunnel, and we’re going to have to get Doggy from down here to up there. Any ideas?” asked Nik. “Strap him onto BlackDagger’s chest?” Loot asked, which earned him a burning glare from the warrior, and laughter from everyone else. “Oh, come on! Seriously?” Beatrice whined. Loot crossed his arms and said, “It was just a joke, Warden. No need to get worked up about it.” “Not your joke; that was funny. I’m talking about that.” The druid pointed out across the water to where a dim blue flame illuminated a spiral staircase. Nik swore by the tower, and then added, “It really had to put the path to the next level hundreds of paces out into dark water, didn’t it? I really hope everyone here knows how to swim.” “That’s not the problem on our end,” Eric said before he sighed and continued. “The rea