1. “What’s going on?” Buja emerged from the dungeon with nothing on his mind but a long, hot soak. The sight of Seora’s beautiful face was so dazzling it instantly erased a week’s worth of exhaustion. After seven days of staring at the featureless faces of scorpions and the gaping, tooth-filled maws of sandworms, her presence was a balm to his soul. A genuine, happy greeting escaped him before he could stop it. “Is there some way to know from the outside when a dungeon’s been cleared? Your timing is perfect. You weren’t waiting for me, were you?”