Ace simply scuffed at the staggering height of Gilmer's Tower. It had taken a trip to hell and back to get up there, but the whole time all she could hear was the sweet music that Grand Harp could tune. Back at home, she was horrible at playing and begged her father to let her quit band, but he insisted. He was probably sad that she didn't reach up to her mother's standards. They met as young adults at a formal concert. Her dady played violin, her absent mother played the harp. The one and only harp was new to the large orchestra and all the sections were showering her with greetings and gifts. Ace'a father said her playing was more heavenly than angels playing the instrument itself.
In this world, Ace could make the same noise on the harp as divine beings did. She found comfort in playing in, while at home all she had contempt of the dreaded strings that would often cause her fingers to bleed.
"Mr. Boss Man, you had better be a good drop," she whispered to nothing at she enter the gates. They shut behind her with a loud thunk. Ace pulled out her weapon and surveyed the dungeon. It was typical looking. No monsters you could see. Always in the rafters or hidden rooms or right around the corner. Ace herself had only been a dungeon once, but it was small, and she was only collecting a special type of metal for a small request. Even then, it scared the hell out of her. She didn't want to put herself in danger, but she didn't want to be selfish.
Ace only wished this one time that she could find someone and they could party just for the time being. She didn't like working with partners, there always had to be a mutual agreement on a plan and it always resulted in the other one fucking up. But, in this quiet, solitary place, she would've felt maybe even a little comfort knowing that someone would watch her back.
She forged around a lot of corners, avoiding the temptation of lonely unopened chest, seeing the traps just waiting to lure in their pray. She occasionally sprinted away from annoying creatures that were too overpowered for small levels.
Ace swore she heard distant voices echoing through the halls. They weren't the horrorish whispers that conjured in her ear at night, but the instructions of small guilds and parties. She smirked to herself. She beat the front lines. For once, she got ahead of those hoarding bastards.
"Can't wait to see the looks on all your pretty little faces when ou see no boss and me with all the loot, sweat hearts!" she yelled from over her shoulder. It was a risky and stupid move. Any NPC monster or player could've heard that. Oh, but Ace was on a high of that perfect melony slowly spinning off the threads that didn't make her fingers bleed.