Broken furnitures and equipments litter, stench of rotten flesh and the only light source came from a few lot torches.
The abandoned cathedral was once a place of worship by the elves. It was one of the casualty during the great war.
One day, undead started appearing in it. Before confirming that it became a dungeon, many parties already met their demise in this place.
"Lance are you sure this is the right place?" asked by a woman elf that has long blond hair and carrying a staff with a crucifix at the tip.
"Why do you need to question everything Larissa?" asked by a dwarf with auburn hair and beard, and carries a huge hammer.
"Asking questions is a sign of intelligence Brusgror, I guess the likes of you will never understand." Larissa retorted.
"I'd take that instead of having an unrequited love for years, at least I have a loving wife at home who can assist me." Brusgror said.
"Brusgror, you..."
"Stop fighting the both of you, we're here."
