I just wanted to keep the family farm going, till the land of my ancestors, and do right by my parents' memory.
And then the adventurers came. They said they were going to help, clear out the "monsters" on my land, but instead, they slept in my bed, ate my food, and worst of all . . .
They broke my mother's prized pot.
Now, I'm going to take my farm back, protect what's mine, and there's only one way to do it.
I'm going to make my farm into the most dangerous dungeon in the land.
Contains mature themes.
