Erinnia went to door number eleven. There were no smells or sounds. Vanni checked for enemies as always. Erinnia opened the door. There was another small thirteen by thirteen foot room. There was an unlocked glass case sitting upon a blue wood table. There was a lute lying in the case. There were runes etched in the lute.
Eyerthrein gasped, “My goodness! The Twelfth of Nivere!”
Kyrsstina asked, “What are you talking about?”
“You’ve never paid enough attention in history class, sis! Centuries ago, there was a master craftsman named Nivere Saydeigh. Nivere numbered his instruments. He was said to be a Bard. He could charm his listeners with his tunes. He ran afoul of some rich merchants after charming their, shall we say, companions. He was found out and was forced to use his creations to barter with unsavory types to save his hide. Many of his works were destroyed by irate spurned merchants. His greatest creation, his twelfth lute, was never accounted for. This lute is perhaps the greatest stringed instrument ever created,” Eyerthrein said.
Roscoe inspected the lute.
He said, “It has an aura of Magick. The old elfish runes are the number ‘twelve’ and the initials ‘NS.’ The instrument is made of blue wood and appears new.”
“May I have it?” Eyerthrein asked.
“Place the lute in this,” Knarra requested as she gave Eyerthrein one of her Bags of Concealment.
Eyerthrein smiled widely as he placed the lute in the bag. He glanced at Erinnia.
“Eyerthrein, don’t you dare try using that thing on me!” Erinnia warned.
They gathered before the tenth door. The door opened before they touched it.
There was a glow over the door.
The elfish rune for the number five appeared over the door.
A Magick Mouth laughed and said, “Play me a song!”
He door opened to a stairwell that was dark. It descended downward. It was a long one!
The quest for the Death of Magick continued.
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