"Hay~ Hay~ You guys finally came back, huh? Ehehe~." Emerging from thin air, Rizzy, the spirit of the dungeon, bloomed into existence from a cloud of silver mist. Waving her hand at the group, she used her flute to amplify her voice again. "I was waiting for you folks! Had to kill some losers that dropped in to kill some time, even! But whatevers~!"
Her loud voice and nonchalant demeanor when announcing that she'd murdered someone would've usually caused the party to spring into action or at least back away from her, but the flute's piercing sound kept them in place, especially since its reverberations could be felt rattling their brains inside their skulls.
"Quiet down!" To the surprise of the hero's group, it was Custer who addressed her first. Stepping forward with hands on his hips, he glared at the spirit and firmly declared. "Just announce the reward and let us be on our way. That flute is giving me a headache, so put that away before I snap it from your hand!"
