>>5709912>>5709917>>5710012>>5710076>>5710172>>5710239>Maybe you should go hunt for Molly, first?“We ought to look for Molly, first.” You settle as you turn back to Sigrid. “We’ll need all the manpower we can get if we’re to face a demon lord. And I’d imagine she could punch a hole through his head..”
“Fine. But should you run into that zombie, you need to bring it to a decisive end. He’s low on magical power and five-hundred years past his prime, so you should be an even match now.” Your master frowns. “Ugh. I’d rather you not waste time fighting him, but if it’s a means of getting dungeon residue..”
“What–..? Did you say demon lord?” Bredbeddle speaks up from behind you. “Huh?”
“I understand, Lady Sigrid. I doubt he’ll prove as bad as the assassin, at least..” You murmur.
“Alright. I think I’ve had quite enough. I’ll hand the reins over to the knight again.” Sigrid shuts her eyes and folds her arms. “By the time I come to, I expect that devil dead at my feet and this ghost out of my head. I’m placing my trust in you for this, Snuff.”
“Of course, my lady. I won’t let you down!” Your face reddens–her trust! Your master has never said anything like this aloud!
“Hey. Did the halfie say demon lord?” Bredbeddle slaps the back of your head.
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You proceed back down the dungeon halls with your party–yourself at the front, the knight and his blade at the center, and the gnome at the back. You’d like to find your mossperson before you spring your ambush on the baron, so you keep a close eye out for giant, seven-foot-tall walls of meat.
“Ah. Hey–this is the room we set the trap, Snuff.” The green knight pokes your back. “Look!”
The wonderful rock trap you’ve set up near the entrance to the room appears to have been sprung, the boulder now in the way of the passage–and more importantly, beneath it, you can see a chunk of crumpled metal and smeared red-green paste. “Aha..! Looks like we got him!” You snap your fingers. “The lord’s right dead now, yeah?”
“Uh, no. I think you got a hand.” The gnome peers under the boulder. She pokes a few articulate steel fingers that stick out from under the rock.
“Hey–something new over here, too.” The ghost calls over to you. “Looks like.. an axe..?”
You look to the ghost–by a pile of bones, stuck half-cleaved into the ground, is an ornate steel battle-axe. You glare at it. “Hey, isn’t this Molly’s..?” You approach it–but as you do, the bones all about the ground near it spring up, twisting into form and rattling along top each other like a xylophone.
A pair of skeletons take form before you, blades in hand and ready to battle.
>To arms! Prepare to cast a spell with your censer wand.>Flee! You don’t have a moment to waste.>DATING START>Write-In. 
