Well Hello There

The daggers were slipping in Lane's hands, slimy and sticky from all the sweat, goo, and the monsters' bodily fluids dripping off them. However, he only tightened the grip, gritting his teeth as he lifted his arms, blocking the lizard monkey jumping onto him from the palm. There was no time to wipe the daggers, not when they were under attack from the main predator residing in the oases.

It's been over a week since they've entered the dungeon. A week spent mostly on fighting, with only six hours of rest at night, when they slept all for four hours while keeping guard over the camp in shifts. And now, they finally arrived at their last oasis. They were almost done. Some critters still remained here and there, but they were all herbivores, and rather than attack them, they were hiding in their nests, so they could be left to the mining and gathering team to take care of.