All right, then. Let’s see what trap he’s stumbled into.
Bruce and I, the expendable ones, cautiously approach the Troll’s last known location. Jamis hangs back and insists Reges stay behind him.
The gray floor subtly changes color, becoming darker. And then, where the Troll disappeared, is a hole in the floor leading to a staircase that descends into yet another tunnel. From the edge of the chamber, the slight darkness looked like an illusion caused by the dancing lights.
Bruce motions Jamis and Reges over.
“Open, damn you!” comes from the bottom of the staircase.
“Well, at least he’s okay,” Bruce says.
“Maybe he’s found the cords,” I say.
Bruce glares at me, then descends, followed by Jamis and Reges. Once again I bring up the rear, casting a wary glance at the entry tunnels. We’v
