Rest After Stress

Turai and Gareth stood outside the Wanderers Order building, both men slightly dusty from the mission they had just completed. The noise of the bustling city of Yorg surrounded them, with vendors hawking their wares and the clatter of wagons rolling by. Behind them, the unconscious forms of four massive Dwellers lay, bound tightly in enchanted ropes.

These were not ordinary creatures; they were powerful, muscular beasts that had given Turai and Gareth a fair challenge after all. Still, both men had captured them successfully and dragged them back to the city.

"Well," Gareth began, eyeing the Dwellers they had captured, "this should be interesting. I hope they've got a place to store these things."

Turai chuckled, his hand adjusting the ropes as they prepared to drag the beasts inside. "If they don't, we'll just leave them out here. Maybe let them loose, see how they feel about the city," he joked.