*You both see me sleeping peacefully in the front of the entrance.*

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Hilt unsheathes his sword and steals a torch from the sconce. "Let's go, don't be too loud."

Raffmor nods, and quietly follows Hilt.

*You both go to the top of the steps and come face to face with me. I'm sleeping heavily. I exhale and you both feel a hot breath of wind blow by.*

"Okay, I feel guilty! Let's go..."

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"Okay, I feel guilty! Let's go..."

"Yeah, same here", Raffmor whispers in reply. "Let's not get caught."

"If we don't find anything should we tell him?"

"I don't think that's a good idea. We don't want him to think we doubt his leadership."

"Smart, let's carry on."

*They walk into labyrinthian.*

*You both enter the Labyrinthian dungeon. The door shuts with a boom behind you, and I stir slightly in my sleep, but go back out. Water drips from the damaged ceiling above, skeletons lie piled in carts to the side, all bones seemingly picked up and moved. The feeling of death hangs heavy in the air. A door lies in front.*

*Hilt examines a bone, using his previous profession to gain information.*

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*Hilt examines a bone, using his previous profession to gain information.*

*Its ancient. From the old Dragon Cult that lived here.*

"Hmm... People have been here... Recently."

*He examines the area.*

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"Hmm... People have been here... Recently."

*He examines the area.*

*You look around and see footsteps leading to and from the door.*

"...very recently"