Interlude 1x

Birch set down Fiona, and leaned against the wall with a wince. I really hate sprained ankles. "Right, so that didn't go as planned."
Fiona rolled her eyes, and set about splinting Lang's wrist. "That's the first time I've seen you be ambushed successfully." She remarked casually.
"I really wasn't expecting that much coordination, at all. It was a very well executed trap, and now we have to climb up a vertical packed dirt wall, and defend ourselves from those ants at the same time. With a broken wrist and a sprained ankle. Damn."

He could see this dungeon surviving most attempts at killing it, once it got a good hold. He had never been in a dungeon that had injured him with basic minions. And from the look of things, this dungeon was a week old or less. He knew he could climb up the wall with a sprained ankle, but not with a sprained ankle and while having to hold a torch.
Lang spoke quietly. "I got my wish, this was exciting."

Birch laughed, "You gotta be careful what you wish for."