Iphilleus took a deep breath as they stepped foot into the dungeon. They could not shake off the foreboding feeling of being preyed upon. No matter where they looked, they felt that eyes bore deep into their soul, knowing all of their weaknesses and their next moves. It was not of their own volition that they dared enter the dungeon, but rather it was the fact that the dungeon was where magic and magic items were best found. And thus here Iphilleus was, hoping that they did not have to venture far to find what they were looking for.

Iphilleus was a scholar, not a fighter and yet, here they were being forced to go into a dungeon to take their theory beyond just theory. Besides, herbs were beginning to get expensive to buy in town. How hard could it be for them to get the herbs themself? Despite trying to talk themself up, Iphilleus was not convinced that the dungeon was the place for them.

To ease their mind, Iphilleus had brought three items with them: a cloak, a small dagger, and a worn tome. Their cloak a deep midnight covered most of their body and helped them better slink along with the shadows. It also was made to be easy to unclip in case a monster snuck up on them. The dagger was there for simple protection and was the one weapon that Iphilleus knew how to wield somewhat. Lastly, was the worn tome. Out of all the items one might have thought that it was the item that had the least impact on their confidence, but in reality it was the one item that gave Iphilleus the confidence to go deeper into the dungeon. This tome was filled with countless notes and magic theory. It was scouring through this tome that finally gave Iphilleus the confidence to go into the dungeon to finally try to figure out how to use the spells rather than simply understand what goes into the spells.

A shriek overhead made Iphilleus immediately cower and frantically look around. Out of the corner of their eye, they spotted a pair of leathery wings, their owner a jet black bat. Despite finding the source, Iphilleus could not shake their unease. They nuzzled their tome and felt a wave of relief wash over them. They could not let a simple bat sway them from their mission.

Taking another deep sigh, Iphilleus ventured forth eager to find new herbs to make potions and perhaps a clue to taking their magic from theory to practice.