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MIoshe shivered as they went underground. He kept his hand on his sword.

"We are not down here long?  I don't like belows." He said. Mioshe was afraid he would have a panic attack. He'd been trapped in a sandstorm as a kid and had been buried for a day. Then he'd gone adventuring into Dwarven ruins as a teenage and gotten caught in a trap. And then there was the time when he accidently locked himself in the wine cellar...

Regardless, Mioshe hated being underground.