Cooper's lately started wondering a bit how much of a good idea taking up dungeon delving actually was. Sure, he has his gran's old half-magic blade, and while Appalachians don't lack in people willing to take on monsters, there's not a ton of magic or coordination. He figured he'd fight the good fight for a bit, pick up experience, see about joining a bigger team - see about helping people.

Right now he's tired and a bit bruised and scratched and leaning against a wall in a dunj that looks an awful lot like someone animated a stained glass window, trying to catch his breath.