Dungeon Calamity (The Divine Dungeon, #3)

by Dakota Krout

This is why no one likes you, Dale.

I had no idea what wasps were looking for; as far as I could tell they were just assholes. I liked wasps.

Meow, meows, meowed, meowing, homeowner. I don’t want to kill Cats right meow.”

“Chests filled with mithril? Ughh.” The Dwarves at the table shivered slightly and flushed a bit. The ones that were standing moved objects they were holding–not-very-subtly–so they could cover the front of their pants.

“Come on inside, Dale,” Hans cajoled his friend. “If you stand in the grain, you are going to get all wheat.”