Warrior Priest of Dmon-Li - Brian Pratt [34]
“Let me see,” James says as he closely examines it. “It doesn’t look too bad, there’s no bleeding.” Coming back in front of Miko, he says, “It’ll probably hurt for a while.”
Turning to Jiron, James is about ready to say something when Jiron says, “Okay, okay, I understand now.”
“Next time be careful, someone could’ve been killed,” scolds James.
Miko gets up and goes over to the chest that nearly killed him and says, “Hey, look at this!”
They turn to see him reaching in and pulling out a handful of clear crystals. Coming over to Jiron, he says excitedly, “How much are these worth?”
Taking one, Jiron examines it closely and says, “Nothing. They are just common crystals.” As Miko’s excited smile begins to fade, he adds, “You could probably get something for them at a market, but they really are not that spectacular.”
Looking upset, he says, “Then why did they have an exploding trap that almost killed me?” Throwing them down, he says, “Stupid crystals.”
James comes over and bends over, picking one up. Inspecting it, he says, “Why indeed?”
“Are they magic?” Miko asks, seeing James’ curiosity.
Shaking his head, he says, “No, thought they might’ve been, but there’s not a trace of magic about them now.” Tossing the crystal back down, he says, “Let’s go. It’s almost night outside and I’d like to get out of here by then.”
“I’m with you,” agrees Miko.
Leaving the room, they go back to the juncture of corridors, and take the one to their right, leaving only the one across from them unexplored.
The corridor quickly ends at a barren room with a mural of what looks to be a depiction of the swamp and the surrounding area.
James brings the orb closer for a better look and points to a spot, saying, “I think we’re here.” Indicating another area to the south, he says, “This looks like where the cannibals’ village had been.”
He puts his finger on the waterway running near where they are and says, “If we can get out of here, it looks like if we follow this river north, it’ll lead to a lake in the mountains.”
“Do we want to go there?” Jiron asks.
“As good a place as any,” replies James. “Elsewhere would put us in cannibal territory or close to the Empire’s forces, I would imagine.”
“Then let’s get out of here!” insists Miko.
They leave the room and return to the juncture of corridors and turn right. Following the passage, it winds first to the left, then the right. After a long straight section, they come to another closed door, locked of course.
Jiron works at the lock and soon has it open. Within are shelves and shelves of crystals of varying sizes. All are the common crystals that Miko had almost been killed over.
“What would they want with these?” James asks as he picks one up. It’s three inches long and one inch wide, well crafted. He puts it in his belt pouch to examine later.
Further examination of the room reveals nothing of interest. James stands there with a confused look on his face.
“What’s wrong?” asks Jiron.
“I thought for sure that there would be another level beneath this one,” he says.
“Maybe there is,” says Miko. “Could there be a secret door? Like the other ones we’d found?”
Nodding, he says, “You’re right, I don’t know where my mind is.” Suddenly, a bubble forms in front of him and begins floating out of the room.
They follow the bubble as it moves down the corridor. Upon reaching the corridor junction, it floats to the left, back toward the stairs to the upper level. Ten feet before reaching the stairs up, it stops and hovers by a section of wall on their right.
“This is it,” announces James as the bubble disappears.
“Where?” asks Jiron. “I don’t see anything.”
Glancing at him, James says, “That’s the whole point of a secret door.”
Smiling, Jiron replies, “Sorry.”
Turning back to the wall, he begins to examine it but is unable to ascertain how to open it. There are no indentations, no markings, nothing that would indicate a way for it to be opened.
Pausing a moment to consider the situation, he paces back and forth and then an idea hits him. Turning back down the corridor, he shuffles along