Dungeon level fifteen, east wing, subsection 17A&B.
Most people think that we’re down here searching for wealth and fame. While it is true that our dwarven pack mules are staggering under the weight of accumulated gems and gold pieces, they weren’t our primary motivation.
We’ve been down here for months. The beasts we battle aren’t going to make us famous, but they keep us fed. I’ve gotta tell you, dragon steaks aren’t the taste sensation that some believe. Dragons are just honking big lizards, you know. Gamey. Tough.
You see, we lost the section of maps with the dungeon’s entrance.
100 words, for this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt: