Day 3 of the quest, and I've finally found a decent coffee shop.
It's a small, cramped place with a sign that says NO QUESTIONS. I'm not sure what that's about, but I'm willing to risk it.
I ordered a latte and asked the barista, a gruff old man with a skeptical expression, about the local rumors of a dragon's lair.
"Dragon's lair? Ha! That's just a myth," he said, wiping his hands on his apron. "But I do know about the < prophets_of_the_dungeon
"Prophets of the dungeon?" I repeated, intrigued. "What about them?"
"Oh, just a bunch of old hermits living in the sewers. They're a bit of a nuisance, but harmless."
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ประกLooks like I've got some more research to do.