Zandra walked out of her beach house at floor sixteen. She took a deep breath, feeling the salty smell from the ocean. A forceful gust blew into land, making her long böack hair flutter like a cloak behind her. She had talked with a couple of players to go out to find a dungeon. The girl she killed that monkey king with, one of the players she did the hoya quest, the latest blacksmith she visited and the man that helped her catch Zita, Zandras eagle familiar. Zandra was higher level then all of