"No, it did, like, content warning this title contains flashing lights that might trigger epileptic seizures, kinda thing. You know. Just. Lights and sounds and awful stuff."

"...weird. And... impairing, sounds like? I don't really wanna try to solo a room of this thing."

"Yeah. Legit. You don't have a, like, psychic blocking spell or something?"

"Aren't those like super MP expensive and hard and stuff?"

"Yeah I guess."

"I've looked into it but yeah I can't swing it yet."

"Psychic dungeons are rare anyway and usually not very good, I bet next time this one is gonna have something different."

"Why? Worked really fucking well this time didn't it."

"We still won."

"Hell yeah we did. We're bad bitches. ...and Tom."

He rolls his eyes. "Dungeons aren't usually good enough with psychic stuff to get very fancy, it's usually just blunt stuff like this, and if it's expensive to them just like it is for humans it's probably not worth it? I dunno, all I know is that most dungeons that experiment with psychic stuff eventually give up. Not all, though."

"You're kind of a dungeon nerd, huh?"

"Proudly."

"Mood. But yeah. We should take the snake swag and get out of here, tempted though I am to have a peek."

"Could always have a peek and then run back here if there's anything there. Be good to know how much bigger this floor is anyway, if it's just one more room or..."

"You are further tempting me..."

She hops onto her feet. "I got your back, if anything walks through that door that's apparently there I'll smack it good."

"All right. I'll go look. But this was your idea, remember that if something charges out and makes you remember the most embarrassing thing you did in high school."

To the door.

Anticlimactically, there's not much of interest. It's the smallest room she's been in in this dungeon, and all it contains is the pedestal in the center—a tree stump growing to about chest height with sigils engraved in front along the edge near the top—and the floating white orb that's the core of the dungeon. The room seems to have no protections for it beyond the ineffectual psychic attacks it might presumably be attempting to throw at her.

"Nothing much," she calls over her shoulder. She takes a picture of the sigils and another of the core. Anything decipherable, on the tree?

She could try to take a stab at guessing the meanings but the sigils on core pedestals aren't ever exactly quite the same ones used for magic so it's unclear if the visual similarity is meaningful. If she were to guess using the magic sigils she knows that are most similar to these this would mean something like "cold still rock sky".

Huh. Well. Data.

She walks back out. "Got some pictures but I think it's not done with that room yet or something."

Chris checks out the pictures. "Ohhhh was it trying to use the psychic stuff to protect the core? Valid, honestly, sorry Ms. Dungeon we didn't mean to intrude."

"Ms. Dungeon?"

"This dungeon just gives me a girl vibe, you know?"