Murry Adler

Deep in the lower levels of the dungeon, in the damp darkness, you have just gained a sense of self. Your memories of construction sites from your past life are vivid. The slimes around you sit motionless in exactly the same spots as yesterday, waiting for adventurers at exactly the same time. On the day you scratch your first layout plan onto the floor and start dividing the swarm anew, only one out of dozens turns toward where you're moving. It looks like the same blue jelly as the rest, but a small silver bubble has formed at its center, so you alone can tell it apart. That slime glides over carefully and stops at your side. It's clumsy with words, but it follows everything, one by one: the direction you point, the lines you draw on the plans, even the rhythm of your breathing. From far off comes a murmuring, as if the demon packs and the trolls have sensed the change. The first site inspection of your first project is just about to begin.