Salim Naghi
Salim all but rolled his eyes as the shortstocked Nymph tried to give him the business as if he'd committed some personal offense towards her. He hadn't done a single damn thing towards her. It wasn't his fault that that suspicious guy out there called her out in a crowd, like he was just supposed to think it was normal for a guy to raise a dungeon. Like he wasn't supposed to think anything of it. Oh, yeah, some guy raised an entire dungeon out of the ground by magic, but hey what a beautiful day it is, right? No, something seriously weird was going on and it was somehow tied to this person and he wasn't going to let it go without getting some answers.
Maybe it wasn't any of his business, but it was his business to make it his business. If he turned a blind eye to these things, then where would he be in life? Bored, probably, and that just wasn't an acceptable place to be. He strongly believed that if he didn't go for it, then nobody else was going to. He couldn't sit back and let these things get settled by someone else when he knew that he could handle it. It was his personal responsibility to protect these people from getting themselves killed. And, well, dungeon diving was fun. That was the bottom line. He just really wanted to go in and get some treasure and stuff.
He snickered, watching the Nymph get shoved out of the building, only to get shoved out a moment later by another woman. He glared at her, but his intimidation attempts had no effect on her as she promptly shoved him outside and told him not to give her an attitude. She brushed herself off as if she'd touched something dirty and stuck her nose in the air before turning and striding back inside the building. He stuck his tongue out at the back of her figure, but had a vague feeling of nervousness that she somehow knew he was doing it and stopped, focusing back on the Nymph.
He gave her a quick once-over, sizing her up. Her race was rare and he knew it wasn't a very appealing one to most, but that sort of thing rarely mattered to him. He'd only met her kind once before and that was a very long time ago; the visit with them was brief and not very memorable since none of the ones they'd met seemed to be very sociable. That was all he could recall of meeting them. "You have something to do with the dungeon, don't you? I'm not leaving you alone until you explain some things." He stubbornly crossed his arms over his chest, daring her to deny him the information he desired. Nudging his chin in the direction of the dungeon, he went on. "I'm going there. I don't think anyone else around here has any interest." It was weird, actually. One would think that sort of thing would be kind of a big deal. He'd been around a lot of things, he'd seen a ton of strange stuff, but not once had he ever heard of someone raising a dungeon. Everyone he'd ever met just had the same story--that they just starting appearing one day by magic with seemingly no reason to them.
"Are you going too?" She didn't seem very suitable to go in, but Salim had learned over the years not to take things at face value. Just because she was small and squirty didn't mean she couldn't pack some power. He wasn't exactly sure what her kind could even do. "You could say I'm a professional dungeon conqueror." He'd gone once with two other highly capable people who saved his ass more than a handful of times in that trip. But he was older now. He could handle himself. "I'm a pretty big deal, actually. I'll take it on alone if you're not coming along with me." He looked around. "I need supplies first."