The first person to find a map was not even looking for one.
He was a short man with a round stomach and the particular expression of soone who had agreed to enter a dungeon on a bet and was already regretting every decision that had led to this mont. He had stopped to press his back against the wall and catch his breath after the first corridor, and when he turned his head, the carved lines were right there at eye level, half hidden behind a growth of moss that Kael had deliberately left covering exactly one third of it.
The man stared at it.
Then he called over his shoulder. "Oi. Co look at this."
Three people materialized from further down the corridor. They crowded around the wall and looked at the carving in collective silence for about four seconds.
"That’s a map," one of them said.
"Obviously it’s a map."
"Why is there a map in the wall?"
"Maybe soone carved it."
"Yes, soone carved it, that’s what a carving is."
"I an a previous adventurer. Soone who found sothing and wanted others to find it too."
That landed. The four of them looked at each other with the particular expression of people doing rapid ntal arithtic on risk versus reward, and the answer they arrived at was visible on their faces before any of them said it out loud.
’I found this first,’ Kael thought, watching them, ’and you are going to get yourselves killed over it. Absolutely incredible.’
Two of them imdiately started arguing about whether to follow it. The short round one wanted to leave. The tallest one, who had the energy of soone who had never once in his life made a cautious decision, wanted to go imdiately and right now. The other two stood in the middle looking pained.
The tall one started walking deeper without waiting for a consensus.
The other three followed him.
’Of course they did,’ Kael thought.
The second group to find a map was more organized about it, which sohow made things worse.
There were eight of them, all wearing matching leather armor with a stitched emblem on the chest that suggested they belonged to so kind of guild or adventuring house. They moved in formation, which Kael appreciated on a technical level, until their leader found the second carved map on Floor One and called everyone into a huddle that lasted eleven minutes.
Eleven minutes. Kael counted.
They discussed the map. They discussed whether the map was trustworthy. They discussed the possibility that the map was a trap. They discussed whether dungeons could set traps that looked like maps. They discussed what kind of treasure might be on Floor Five. They discussed their current supplies. They discussed two mbers who wanted to go back and get more supplies before proceeding.
"It is a map," Kael said to no one. "It is a map I put there for you to follow. Please just follow it."
The huddle broke up. Six of them wanted to continue. Two wanted to leave. After another three minutes of negotiation, the two were outvoted and the group moved deeper, the two dissenters following with the body language of people who had already decided they would be saying "I told you so" before the day was out.
Floor Two was becoming crowded in a way Kael had not fully anticipated.
Multiple groups had found the maps now, and the word was spreading in that particular way that information spreads when there is treasure attached to it, faster than fire and with significantly less concern for what it burned.
He could hear fragnts of conversation from six different groups within a hundred ters of each other, all of them talking about Floor Five, all of them doing the ntal calculation of whether they were strong enough, all of them arriving at the conclusion that they were.
None of them were.
One group of three had gotten into a genuine argunt with a group of four over who had found the second map first and therefore had so kind of moral claim to the treasure at the end of it. The argunt had been going for several minutes and was showing no sign of resolving.
’There is no moral claim,’ Kael thought. ’It is a dungeon. Everything in here is trying to kill you. There are no property rights.’
A young woman with a staff that was clearly too large for her kept bumping into walls because she wasn’t watching where she was going, too busy reading the map she had copied onto a scrap of paper. She walked into the sa support pillar twice.
Kael felt sothing that might have been fondness. He wasn’t sure.
A man on Floor Two had sohow gotten turned around completely and was heading back toward Floor One while confidently announcing to his companion that they were making good progress. His companion had noticed but seed to have decided it was not worth ntioning.
A group of four had stopped entirely to eat. In the middle of the dungeon. On Floor Two. They had produced bread and dried at from their packs and were sitting against the wall having what appeared to be a completely relaxed al while the sounds of combat echoed from multiple directions around them.
’I respect that actually,’ Kael thought. ’I don’t understand it, but I respect it.’
The kobolds and goblins he had sent out were doing their job, pushing and herding, not killing cleanly but applying enough pressure to keep the weaker groups moving in the right direction rather than simply wandering. He was burning operational energy steadily but within what he could manage. The math was fine as long as he didn’t do anything dramatic.
He reminded himself of that.
[...]
They entered on Floor One while two other groups were still arguing near the entrance.
Five of them, and the difference was imdiate, the way a change in temperature is imdiate. Kael’s attention moved to them the way water finds a drain.
The one at the front was a woman, tall, with close-cropped silver hair and the kind of posture that ca from spending a long ti in places where posture was the difference between living and not. She carried no weapon visibly, which was either very foolish or very deliberate, and nothing about her suggested foolish.
Behind her left shoulder walked a man who was built like soone had assembled him specifically for the purpose of hitting things very hard, broad across the chest and shoulders, a war hamr resting across his back with the casual ease of sothing he’d carried so long it had beco part of his silhouette. He moved quietly for his size in a way that took real practice.
The third was younger, maybe eighteen, with sharp eyes that moved constantly, cataloguing everything, the kind of eyes that had learned early that the room was always more dangerous than it looked. Twin short blades at his hips, light armor, the coiled readiness of soone who defaulted to fast over strong.
The fourth was a woman who walked with one hand always near the leather satchel at her side, the kind of satchel that clinked faintly with glass when she moved. An alchemist or a dic, Kael thought, or sothing in between. She was watching the walls more than the floor, which ant she noticed things most people missed.
The fifth barely made a sound at all. Kael had to actively focus his perception to keep track of him, a man of middling height who seed to occupy less space than he should, wrapped in a dark traveling cloak, no visible weapons, no visible anything. He walked at the rear and his eyes never settled on any one thing for longer than a second.
The silver-haired woman stopped at the first carved map without anyone pointing it out to her. She looked at it for exactly three seconds, stepped back, and looked at the rest of the wall around it as if checking whether the map was the thing she was supposed to be looking at or a distraction from sothing else.
Then she looked up at the ceiling.
Kael went very still.
She looked back at the map, said sothing too low for even his dungeon perception to catch cleanly, and the five of them moved deeper without any further discussion.
Interesting, Kael thought.
He followed them with his full attention and did not look away.
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