The Creature’s Maw, V

"A human?" I just openly stared at him, feeling a sense I had seen this picture somewhere.

It was a man who seemed to be in his late thirties.

He had a nicely trimmed beard and hair tied up in a man-bun.

His clothes were rather baggy than those of counts and medieval nobles like that.

"Ahem," He coughed, "Welcome to the guild of Raly, I take it you must be the group of the raiders supposed to enter the dungeon, am I correct?"

I calmed myself down and the tension immediately shifted, "Yes, that is correct sir, may I ask for your name?" 

"Yes, yes, don't be so formal, I am Harris Spence. One of the supposed raiders whom you thought went missing."

Ah, of course, I had seen the picture of his face on the television back then. It took some time for that information to surface, didn't it?

"I see, may I ask how you wound up in this hell of a place?" It was time to strike for the most information I could gather.