An Old Country Bumpkin Faces a Dungeon

"...This is it."

"Hmm, this is just the place."

After traveling by carriage and spending the night camping, we set out again the next morning. Several more hours later, we reached the outskirts of the Azalamia Forest.

With a vast forest stretching out before us, we got off the carriage and walked for another half hour.

A cave, as if gouged out of the side of a low hill, awaited us.

It seemed a little underwhelming to call it a dungeon, but I suppose it was just right for training rookie adventurers.

Apparently, there are ruins crawling with all manner of vicious monsters and instant-death traps, but that doesn't sound appealing. It really drives home that adventurers stake their lives to earn fame.

"Last night was comfortable. You all seem used to this."

"N-no, I'm honored!"

Porta shrank back and replied to my offhand comment...