Outside the entrance of the Purple Crystal Dungeon.
"Move along, no setting up tents here!" the guard barked roughly, impatiently poking the tail end of his spear at a few ragged, pale-faced civilians.
One of them hunched his back, his voice pleading, "Sir, please... we rely on these mushrooms to survive."
"Who's stopping you from picking mushrooms?" The guard frowned, pointing his spear shaft to the distance, "There's a designated area on the outskirts of the town, build a wooden house or pitch a tent, whatever you want! Why squeeze here at the entrance? This is the passage for adventurers!"
"But... living too far away, we can't grab the mushrooms outside the dungeon," another timid voice sounded, "Inside the dungeon... there are demons..."
