Path of the Shaman

33

I thought for a while about whether I should return for one of the underground wanderers, but then I decided that the remaining ten minutes to rescue one of them would not be enough for me, and I could take a break from the dungeons. I still need to get out. Fortunately, this task was not so difficult - I finally had a chat and mail, and after some half an hour I was dragged upstairs by a joyful Plinto.

- Wow! - he said. - Shilopopaya, of course, said that you fell through the ground, but I didn’t fully believe it. Listen, what's down there? he asked with curiosity in his voice.

“Reroll,” I replied.

Plinto immediately turned pale, and his enthusiasm for asking questions diminished. Someone flew into my back from behind, almost sending me back into the ill-fated hole again. Small palms, covered with cadaverous spots and platinum-diamond ligature, firmly clung to the torso, preventing her from moving. I sighed.

"Flute," I called.

- I am so glad to see you! - she said.

“But I can’t answe