"Actually, nothing's changed," Adel said.
Dreth looked puzzled. "I see. Nothing has changed. Well, that's cleared that up then."
A brief look of annoyance passed over the Head woman's face. "I mean, nothing about our deal with the Overlord has changed, but I am tired of it. I'm getting on in years, in case you hadn't noticed, and I want to retire. Head out to some balmy Elven retreat where I can spend my few remaining decades meditating and contemplating higher things."
"You mean smoking weed and getting wasted," said Dreth.
"Exactly."
"So what's the problem?"
"Well, let me put it like this. Did the dungeon let you go? Allowed you to tender your resignation? Did the Dungeon Master give you a golden watch, a pat on the back and throw a 'Good Luck' party to wish you happy travels?"
"I see your point," said Dreth. "They won't like you leaving to spread word about your little arrangement here."
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