[Snow region of the unknown planet, Sam's POV.]
The second they exited the dungeon, the chief—along with the whole village—was waiting right outside the dungeon hut. Seeing them, everyone broke out into loud shouts and joyous expressions. They surrounded Sam and the others, then escorted them to the village center, where a feast was prepared, featuring everything from fruits to beast meat and everything in between.
It was already the night of another day—they had spent a full 24 hours inside the dungeon. The pigman villagers danced around the fire, even somewhat forcing Sam and Grace to join them. Grace smiled brightly, following their wild and erratic dance steps. Sam had never seen her so full of life.
If he had a second heart in his chest, he would have given her that one too at that moment, without hesitation. Alas, he only had one—and she already had it.
