The boogie man howled mournfully.
A door opened in the middle of one of the thirteen walls. The dimensions were the same as the preceding doors.
There was a glow over the door and the elfish rune for the number four appeared.
The fifteen managed to get through the door just before it closed. They were again on a dark stairwell.
The stair well descended beyond the light of the staves. They collapsed on the stairs.
Few could move.
“I hope we are not attacked,” Boomer panted.
“You guys need to get in shape!” Cyttia chided and danced a bit.
“That’s cruel!” Dael objected.
Knarra and Eyerthrein had enough strength to conjure the spells to create water and nourishment. The steps were narrow- they were thirty-nine inches wide and thirteen inches high. Boomer and Big Jon had to turn sideways to traverse the steps. It wasn’t a comfortable place to rest. But there was no alternative. They caught some fitful sleep. Cyttia and Knarra took the first guard shift.
Cyttia said, “I sure regret leaving that little guy there.”
Knarra replied, “The Magick that sustained him eight hundred years still exists. He has his instrument. When the Entanglement and Charming spells run out, he can entertain himself. That’s what boogie-men do!”
Sore legs carried them downward. If anyone had counted there were one hundred and sixty-nine steps.
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