"If it wasn't those adventurers... then was it some underground creature lurking in the shadows, or the Red Scarf Gang? Can you sense exactly how many there are?"
"I can't do that."
The soul Dawn had tempered in the past was the most intact part of her entire being.
It gave her an exceptionally keen grasp of emotions, but she couldn't pinpoint the direction, number, or source of those gazes the way a spell could.
"Try using [Divine Sense]."
A shimmering wave swept silently through their surroundings:
"I can't sense any celestial or fiend creatures."
"If we can't tell what they want, we'll just have to stay on our guard."
With [Alertness], Tang Qi wasn't particularly afraid of an ambush.
Some time later, Hope returned to camp looking rather disgruntled. She hadn't brought anything back with her, and as she approached the fire, she couldn't help stamping her foot:
"Those damned swindlers! They wanted fifty gold for a single bottle!"
"Did you buy it?"
Tang Qi had bought three bottles of Antidote through Chuck's connections for just fifty gold in total—
But Antidote was indeed essential for entering the Third Floor's swamp. They had probably noticed her urgency and bet she wouldn't turn back to replenish her supplies before venturing deeper, so they had named an outrageous price.
"I'm not falling for that."
Tieflings who grew up on the streets were always especially sensitive to prices and trades.
"From the look of them, they've just come up from the Third Floor. They're probably planning to leave the dungeon.
"If they don't need their Antidote anymore, I might as well leave them hanging for a while and drive the price down."
Tang Qi nodded. His gaze passed over her shoulder to an adventurer slowly approaching behind her:
"Which group did you