Alix plucks the parchment from the board, reading it over again slowly.
A deep voice rumbles beside him.
"You lookin' to die?"
Alix glances sideways.
A thickly built reptilian adventurer — probably a Crocodilian-type monster — stands there, arms crossed, jagged teeth flashing in a grim smile. His scales shimmer dark green under the lantern light.
"Everyone who's gone after the Ember Claw lately," the Crocodilian says, jerking his thumb at the board, "ain't come back. Place is a meat grinder. Even Tier 5s been havin' trouble."
Alix folds the notice neatly and tucks it into his belt. His voice is calm.
"I'll manage."
The Crocodilian chuckles, a dry, rattling sound.
"Suit yourself. You got guts. Maybe no brains, but guts."
Alix tilts his head slightly. "You know anything about this hideout?"
