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>And step on the darn tile already.
Traps don’t rearm themselves automatically between runs.
>That's so precious, there's no way anyone could resist wanting to protect you.
People do keep calling you cute, which is super nice of them!
>Are you protected by the goddess of innocence and virginity or romance or something?
Huh? Why would you be protected by any god? You are a disciple of Calliope, the goddess of music and merriment, sure, but you don’t think she’s protecting you or anything. She probably has better things to do that keeping an eye on little old you, after all.
>Do your passions overwhelm your sexuality?
You do prefer focusing on your music and tales of adventure over thinking about boys, sure, but you wouldn’t say it overwhelms that part of you. After all, you have had a few crushes over the years… and Herod wouldn’t be too bad looking either if he just shaved of that silly mustache of his.
>People? They sound like dangerous cultists and you're unarmed.
Dangerous!? Who would be dangerous to a bard? Cultist or not, you’re sure they’ll like some music and maybe a tall tale or two. After all, everyone does!
>They might have very different ideas about bards from you, regarding what acts they're expected to perform. When it comes to performance, you never want to embarrass yourself.
Hmm… maybe you’re right… you better get to know your audience a bit better before you offend someone.
>Simply give a look at his loincloth/skirt thing.
…why? It’s a nice leather skirt, sure, but why should you look at it? You don’t get it…
>Throw a torch through the door, then jump away, duck and cover!
”Hey, Herod, can I borrow a torch real quick? I got a super fun idea!” you ask your friend as you poke his shoulder, though he’s as usual rather skeptical of your plans, ”…and that idea would be?” You turn around and point towards the room filled with darkness, ”If we throw a torch into the room to the left, we’ll see what’s in it!” but when you look back, Herod is face palming for some reason, ”Kass, there’s a bunch of plant life in there. If you throw a burning torch into the room you’ll just start a huge fire and fill this place with smoke.” You put your paws behind your back, lean forward a bit and give him the biggest puppy dog eyes you can manage while pouting, ”Aw, come on, it will be fun, Herod.” He doesn’t fall for it, though, and simple gives you a quick ”No.” as an answer. ”Bah, you’re no fun.”
>Let's explore the secret passage.
”A secret passage means something was meant to be hidden! And hidden things are usually the most interesting things around!” The zebra fiddles with his mustache for a bit as he mutters, ”I don’t know…” but before he can chicken out, you interject with ”It’s probably treasure!” which quickly convinces him. ”Alright, you’ve conv- ” but you, in your excitement, interrupt him while bouncing in place, ”And danger!” which clearly doesn’t excite him as much as it does you. ”…next time, stop when you’re ahead, Kass.” he comments, but you’re already halfway down the ladder by this point, so you don’t really care what he saying, ”I can’t hear you from up there!” You spot him crawling into the secret passage above, quickly following you while stammering out ”H-hey, wait for me, dammit!”
The ladder leads to a really small and uninteresting room… but said room has a simple drape covered door that leads to a much more interesting room! In it, you can see three other portals, probably leading to treasure and adventure, as well as some shelves filled with more of said treasure, and finally a gator guy snoring loudly in the corner. Neat!
”Look! Treasure!” you say as you bounce forward, but Herod grabs your shoulder and pull you back, before gesturing towards the gator and whispering, ”And a sleeping Kroah-dil.” Oh, right, you’ll need to ask the nice gator man if you can have his treasure first, of course! So let’s get to it, ”Let’s wake him up and say hi!” But for some reason, the Zalbian next to you gives you that look he usually have when he thinks you're completely daft, before telling you, ”…no, let’s not do that.” You cock your head to the side and ask him, ”Why not?” which just makes him give you that look once again, ”Um… because it’s a bad idea? And he might be grumpy?” Oh, you didn’t think about that! Of course he wouldn’t give you any treasure if you woke him up from his nice nap, duh! ”Oh, right… no one likes a grumpy gator after all *giggle*” you tell Herod as you elbow his ribs, but he doesn’t answer. ”*Sigh*”
>Also, that ladder and those stairs seem to line up.
That does seems to add up, yes. If it is the case, then the door to the left, the one marked with some kind of gator, should lead straight into the room where all those cultists where having a party. After all, you have the entrance to this place behind your back, so what used to be right is now left!
”...ngg… my turn to…” the gator man stirs in his sleep a bit, ”…cursed… keeps staring… *snore*” before falling back into his deep slumber. Herod on his part mutters annoyingly, ”Ugh, not more curses…”
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