Dungeon Madness (The Divine Dungeon, #2)

by Dakota Krout

If I may ask, why do you need a new place to live?” “Well.” Beor coughed, he was as pale as the Elf that had just vanished. “For one thing, it is obvious that you’ll give anyone a chance.” He looked meaningfully at the space the Dark Elf had recently occupied.

Brick snorted as they walked toward the building Dale directed them to, “Yeah, Dad’s an asshat.” Dale started, looking back in shock. Great. . . more exiled Nobles.

“For the love of God, don’t sell that here, or tell anyone where you got it! This floor will be overrun by Dwarves! They’ll look for ingots like that one by smashing rocks with their pickaxe-density erections if they get wind of the dungeon releasing processed aluminum!”