Chapter 23: To hide a dungeon core.
"You need a name," Morris noted as Leander was tying the belt around the dungeon core. He looked like a squatter indeed. With clothes that were obviously someone else's and looking too thin for comfort. "Something nice. Maybe elven?"
Morris looked at the ears of the dungeon core, noting that they were human ones.
"Or, maybe not," Dorian, who was sitting next to Morris, racked his brain for good sounding names. Then, his eyes fell to the hamster that was curled up by the dungeon core's side, and he got an idea.
"How about Armaros? Like the angel that created small animals?"
The dungeon core tilted his head to the side.
"You think I am an angel?"
Dorian blushed and coughed into his hand.
"Well, no. But you create harmless hamsters, and..."
"Fluffs is not harmless!" the dungeon core protested, and he picked up the hamster and showed the three the fluff ball's soft paws.