Old faces
The dungeon entrance was located in the far north corner at the deepest point in the mountain. There was only one way in and out and it was littered with countless defensive runes and charms to stop any uninvited visitors in their tracks.
Two armored warriors stood guard in front of the stone doors, just outside of the reach of the torrential rain. One of them wore silver armor and the other gold.
"What's wrong?" the golden warrior inquired when the silver warrior curiously turned his head sideways as if listening for something.
"Do you hear anything?"
"The rain?"
"No, besides that."
"No, how could I? It's raining serpents and wolves out here."
"Yeah but...I have never seen the city so quiet. We haven't seen a single soul pass by in the last half hour."
"Speak of the devil, here comes your wandering soul," the golden warrior gestured towards the front where a solitary silhouette trudged through the heavy rain, triggering almost every rune and charm in the vicinity.