The Dungeoneers (The Dungeoneers, #1)

by Jeffery Russell

“Hells, no. Can't abide adventure. 'Adventure' is a word people use to put a shine on lack of preparation and surviving through dumb luck. We're professionals and that means we leave the adventure out of it.”

“Hells, no. Can't abide adventure. 'Adventure' is a word people use to put a shine on lack of preparation and surviving through dumb luck. We're professionals and that means we leave the adventure out of it.”

“Aye,” Goin said. “Think of it as a character building experience. If ye don't mind me sayin' so lad, you could use a bit more character. Yer a bit drab amidst this wondrous company o' fine dwarves. No better place to start lookin' than up a chicken's arse.”

“Got a surprise for you, too.” Durham’s arm hairs twitched. “Oh?” Gammi reached into the sack and pulled out a limp stack of pancakes. He plopped them down onto Durham’s plate, gave Durham a grin then turned and sat down on them. Durham’s mouth was hanging open as if it had intended to say something to prevent his pancakes from being sat upon but had been too stupefied by the notion that a dwarf was sitting on his pancakes to actually express anything. Gammi stood back up and gestured grandly at the somewhat flatter stack. The pancakes had lines criss-crossing them from the chainmail and were concave with the curve of dwarven buttocks. “We calls ‘em waffles. Holds the grub paste better. Honey too, most likely. A great advancement in pancake technology.” “Why do you call them that?” “It’s what Thud yelled the first time Gong accidentally sat on his pancakes.” ᴥᴥᴥ