"What is this?" Said Frost sternly as he sat on the sofa and examined the screen in front of him.
He would occasionally peruse the city through the Dungeon menu, searching for problematic entities or those with impressive strength, a routine scan that Findley and Khuno also often performed to gauge any threats. But this time he was scanning the area because he felt something in his heart, a foreboding of great danger.
The passive DP he was absorbing suddenly had a richer flavour, a higher quality meaning someone with great strength was within the Dungeon's influence.
"Findley! Khuno!" Goosebumps covered his skin, shivers ran down his spine, and a stench of danger assailed his nostrils, so Frost wasted no time in calling up his big guns.
"Maya where are the kids!" Before Findley and Khuno even had a chance to arrive he shouted on the first lady of the house who given his recent gentler activities was able to resume her own regular schedules.
