First Contact

"Zzzz ya."

Sherlock opened the door of the Dungeon Lord Main Hall. Behind him were moving figures and chatting noises. Once the door was closed, it became quiet again.

Sherlock took off his outer coat and cloak. After, magical wind and swirling water appeared from the air and circled the clothes, instantly cleaning the dusty apparel.

The room was dark, but Sherlock heard constant breathing sounds. It was Eggface sleeping at the corner. He had a personal nest, but he preferred to sleep here. Was it due to the proximity of his computer?

"Lord Sherlock, your plan was successful. Eggface has reduced his time playing computer games. Before long, he may not even want to touch the computer." Bru's voice rang out by Sherlock's ear.

"I got it."

Sherlock nodded as Bru said, "The gamers gave many suggestions regarding problems in the game, and they are concerned about Victoria City having too few Plots."

"Too few Plots? What does that mean?"