While others give into dread, we praise the spider's head. The Sumerki proverb is the key. I grab my injured arm. 'This is not over yet.' I wince in pain. Despite the odds, I push forward. The black and gold doors swing open. As I enter the chamber, the torches adorning the walls light with a magical golden glow. I am further greeted with a large span of gold and jewels!
"Imagine being able to take a haul!" A wicked smile crosses my face.
I shake my head. There is no need for theft. Fleeing the Bogatsvo family is more important than stealing their heirlooms. The only question now is: 'Where's the mirror?' I cast my gaze around the room. To my dismay, I fail to note the looking glass.
I decide to dig around the gold on the floor. 'Perhaps it's hidden amongst the treasure?' The thought
