During the following minutes, the group advanced in relative silence toward their next objective. The air was heavy with the scent of fried potatoes and faintly sweet grease, a signature of this strange dungeon-like environment. Along the way, they encountered more of those strange monsters, grotesque beings that seemed like caricatures of food come to life. The other team members dealt with them as swiftly and decisively as they had the first ones, their weapons slicing through flesh and bone—or whatever passed for it in these creatures.
In fact, Noah barely had time to collect a few items here and there. He was particularly keen on not appearing as someone who used his authority to claim the fruits of others' efforts though that behavior didn't seem to please Arachnea at all.
"(Definitely, in other circumstances, that woman would be a proper villain)," he often thought. Her friendly (?) demeanor and unsettling composure made her presence both reassuring and nerve-wracking.
