"Don't worry," they said. "We know The Dungeon well. It shouldn't be any problem to get down the third level, get some gold, and get out. Easy-peasy."

Unfortunately, you bought the line, and now you're on your own, possibly the only survivor of the idiots you joined up with to raid The Dungeon. Since you were separated, you've slept once, eaten a couple of times, and completely lost track of time.

And then, a vixen appeared!