I got down on my hand and knees and looked over the edge of the platform. All I could see below me was darkness. It appeared to be your stereotypical bottomless pit.
As I climbed back to my feet I noticed Araches staring at me with a lustful look in her eyes. I raised an eyebrow and said (as threatingly as I could), "Want to make that your last look?"
"I could do a lot worse, sexcakes," she replied with a wink.
I reached for my katana, almost involuntarily, then remembered that she was the only one among us with any real skill in the dark arts, and that it would be best to keep her alive. Also, all things considered, I wasn't so sure I could take her...
Overlooking her sexual harrassment for the time being, I led the group back South into the fountain room.
"Fawriel," I said, "Write down that poem on something."
"What poem?" he asked.
"That poem that was on the ice wall!"
"There was a poem on the ice wall?"
I was about to yell at him further, then remembered that only I had actually looked at the wall. I also noticed that I had somehow become leader again, and as per usual, had started acting more like... someone else.
"Fawriel, go back and write down the alleged poem!" Uberbob commanded. Fawriel shrugged, then obliged.
"You ought to treat him with more respect than that," said Leetzan. "Both of you."
"You're only saying that because he saved you life," Uberbob pointed out. "I saved your life, too."
"Yeah," Leetzan replied, "but that was a long time ago..."
She look down at her tail, letting her hair fall over her face. I couldn't tell if she was angry, or feeling something completely different.
"Back," said Fawriel as he returned, sketchbook in hand.
"WB!" Fooruman exclaimed.
No one even bothered to stare awkwardly at him this time. We seemed to have become immune to his weirdness.
The six of us then headed West, into a completely empty room. It was dome-shaped like the other two, and just as icey. To the North and South were two doors, each with a faint glow on the other end.
"Booooriiing," said Uberbob.
I was about to give him my standard scowl of nonverbal hatred, but something suddenly caught my eye. I thought I saw a huge black figure, moving around beneath the ice like a fish in water, just to my left. I quicky glanced over at it, but nothing was there. That strange feeling of approaching doom was coming back to me.
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