I was beginning to feel quite frustrated with people in general. My party had proved to be incompetent, looking to me for both leadership AND using me as a guinnea-pig for their trap-testing. And there was way too many people in it. Hell, I couldn't remember most of their names, even. It needed a trim, I thought to myself.
"No," I told myself mentally "you can't do what you're thinking. You are succumbing to your impulses. You'll end up like Uberbob." The thought made me shudder. But, then again, Uberbob's impulses had no logic behind them, no reason, and often no effect. I had a clear-cut idea of what I wanted to do and a means by which to do it.
But who? If I were to indeed use this chasm to my advantage, Araches would be too powerful - the last thing I wanted was to be struck by a bolt of lightning as she fell. Even Uberbob had the magic abilities capable of getting back at me if I tried anything sneaky. It was unlikely he would, but I didn't want to take that chance.
Fawriel and Fooruman, well, they were healers. I couldn't risk losing healers, especially here of all places. If I wanted to defeat this Blackraptor figure, I was going to get hurt. Bad, probably. Faw and Fooruman were out of the question.
Leetzan came to mind. I didn't like Leetzan. She whined too much. And she was never very helpful. Sure, the summons were nice and all, but not worth the whining. And her name was spelled weird. Thus, it was settled.
I walked south into the room with the fountain. I felt a bit nervous, but shook it off, faking a shiver. "Leetzan, I need your help with this," I told her.
"With what?" she asked.
"I need your amazing hacking skills for this puzzle." Her eyes lit up a bit as though she would finally get a chance to do something, and she followed me north. I let her walk out on the icy bridge first.
"What did you need?"
I pointed at the puzzle on the wall. "I think there's a screen or something there, in the smallest square. Take a look."
The snake girl peered into the square intently, her glowing white eyes reflecting on the glassy surface of the ice. I quietly drew my blade and walloped her in the back of the head with the handle. Her head bashed against the ice, leaving a mark of purple blood, and she slid off the ice bridge. I watched her fall into the chasm below until she disappeared from view, shortly thereafter followed by the sound of flesh being torn apart by claws.
I smiled, then realized what I just did. I really didn't think this through - it was going to look awfully suspicious the way she suddenly disappeared and a blood mark appeared on the wall. How I was going to explain her disappearance to the rest of the party?
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