When we reach the dungeon, there are a lot more officials than I expected. Which is to say, there are officials. Three of them, who take our names and note our levels without even asking about them.

“Welcome to the Bianese Dungeon,” the first one says, sounding bored. “Please step forward to register.”

We step forward, and the next one in line uses some kind of analysis skill on us.

“Daniel, level thirty-four. Petra, level twenty-nine. Harper, level twenty.” The ...