Wállácê: That command has them walking into rooms that don't exist. Try again.

"Fawriel, sketch each shape down," I ordered the green weasel.
He took out his sketchbook and started drawing the outlines of each shape, then went back and started to shade each one with ellaborate cross-hatching techniques. After a few minutes he looked at his sketches, frowned, and started to erase them.
"What are you doing?!" I shouted.
"I can do better than that," he replied as he began a new set of sketches.
Not wanting to sit around all day, I snatched up his pencil and sketchbook, quickly drew the shapes myself, and thrust both items back into Fawriel's arms. He seemed offended, but didn't say a word.
I then lead everyone back South, and sent Fawriel to sketch the gems in the next room. "And be quick about it," I told him as he left. In a few minutes he was back, gave a slight nod to indicate that he was done, and went with the rest of us back East.
I went North by myself into the room with the poem and ice carving. I would have "saved," except there was no reachable Save Point in this room, despite popular belief. (That's right folks, the Save sign is BEHIND the ice wall. Don't forget. -Dev)
I went back South, rejoined the group, and headed through the Eastern door. We found ourselves in, believe it or not, yet another dome-shaped and icey room. This room, however, also contained a seemingly-abandoned campsite, and doors leading North and South. A blue tent had been set up in the middle of the room, though it had collapsed. There was an opened backpack just to the side of the tent, surrounded by scattered snackfoods. As I glanced around the room, I also noticed a skeleton sitting in one of the corners. There were several cracks in the ice around it, and there was no trace of flesh remaining on its bone. It looked to have been picked clean.
I seemed to be the only one who had noticed the skeleton; the others were picking through the collapsed tent, looking for items or something. Suddenly my heart skipped a beat as some huge black creature appeared beneath the ice, just under the skeleton, and vanished a moment before I could mentally register what it had been. A chill ran down my spine as I continued to stare forward, unsure of whether or not we were truely alone in this place.