(A few days later.)<br/><br/>Fei looked on nervously at the shimmering distortion in front of her. She'd felt it, wandering around the poorer neighborhood of town on her way to the junk yard for parts. Her homunculus had been badly damaged during the last dungeon, and she'd yet to actually finish putting it back together. Another portal, another dungeon, another Witch. Shifting the weight of her backpack, she took a step back. Normally she avoided actually confronting Witches and their minions, playing support from the sidelines, providing gear and stuff instead. She was really enjoying that lifestyle, especially after the last dungeon's disaster, but...<br/><br/>Well, she had friends now, and she didn't want to let them down. '<em>Hey guys? I found a dungeon, if you're interested. It's in the alleys between 5th and Green street, behind the old abandoned apartment complex.</em>' Truth be told, the entire area sort of creeped her out. Broken windows, boarded up doorways, encroaching moss and overgrown weeds, if anything it should feel natural and calm. Instead, there was a sort of artificial feeling radiating all over the place. Probably the Witch's fault.<br/><br/>Glancing up, she spotted Fuu sitting lazily on the branches of a nearby tree. The dragon gave a stifled yawn, tail flicking back and forth like a bored cat as he stared down at the young Artificer.