>>5706544>>5706616>>5706636>>5706680>>5706693>>5706730>>5706774>>5706789>Follow the scent of fire.You decide to follow the crackle of fire–where there's fire, there's civilization, or at least some close approximation of one. You edge down the hall (careful to glance over your shoulder every now and then) until, at least, the crackle of fire turns to a dance of light down the floor. You peer over the edge of the corner with your censer at the ready, some spare cloth over your mouth to guise what elven features you can.
You see.. your master!–or, at least, the spirit stuck in her body. The green knight is sat over a makeshift fire, his flamberge stuck from a mound of tinder and a slime run down its edge. You shuffle just a little more close and his eyes dart up to meet yours.
“Ah! Snuff! You’re here!” He greets you. He pokes at his blade. “You want some roast slime?”
>Shake him. You need to speak with your master! Quickly!>Ask him what happened after the trapdoor swallowed you both. Has he seen Molly or Bredbeddle?>Actually, you DO want some roast slime.>[Write-In.] 