The Well

The room was silent, awkwardness had fallen upon them. Lord Damian's son slowly walked back, hands raised in front of him as a sign of surrender.

"Oh, you're Adventurers?" Corey gasped. He cupped his mouth with his hands. "I need your assistance."

"What?" Lance's eyes quirked up after hearing him.

"Help," Corey whispered. "My father is not the same anymore. Please, help him."

"What do you mean he's not the same anymore?" Elliot asked, walking over to him and pulling him inside the room. Elliot looked around the hallway, checking if anyone was there. When he found no one, he closed the door and he locked it.

"H-He has these incredible powers. But they're dark and they don't feel right too," Corey said. "My father used to be a great man, but he somehow fell into the darkness. And he also talks to a well in the dungeons and– it's scary."

"Calm down," Elliot said and caressed the young boy's back. "Wait, did you say he talks to a well?"