"Where can we get additional help?"
"It's no use brainstorming about this, why don't we just go home."
"Maybe, but that dungeon is our only chance to make some money for rent. Old man Ricardo doesn't joke with his money, and we might as well sleep outside if we don't make any coins"
"So what's the plan now?"
"Plan? Who said there was a plan? Our only plan is to get inside the dungeon, which currently looks impossible."
"I can help with that", Daniel replied.
Shifting his body away from fright, the 27-year-old looked at Daniel with a confused demeanor. The duo which stood beside him pondered what he meant, and how he could help with his stature.
"Well kid, I'm unsure how you would help with that. If you are looking for scraps, I don't think this is the right place. We got a bounty of problems on our heads already."