"Time is of the essence."
Walter once heard the Vampire Lord, Cassius Blackwell say it before and found it as an important statement. It was especially fitting now.
Contrary to the expectations of Beatrix Sprin, a lot of adventurers were enticed to hear about Walter's offer. Not only did they get new armor and weapons, they were merely asked to go somewhere and investigate what spooked out Walter.
For one reason or another, that was what the receptionist told them–and it worked.
"Are they lycans? I bet he's referring to lycans. No wonder the man's so traumatized."
"I'd be scarred for life too if I were in his shoes."
"Yeah, he must have encountered them on his way here."
"It's definitely not lycans–it has to be a new dungeon that opened up. The lycans usually gather in one location and wouldn't wander far off."
"Liches."
"Lycans."
"Leeches? You mean giant ones? Gods, do they suck blood so well that it's frightening."