Room3b

Lamia reaches for the white mirror which races over the group. The bitter cold of the transition leaves them shivering in the center of the room. The dark stone and shining flecks, combined with the cold makes it feel as if they have been transported into the depths of space.

The mirrors have disappeared as has the white door. The stone table also remains and upon it lies the promised scroll.

The paper appears dry and brown, exactly like the vision.

“I guess this means I get to play with fire.”

“Wait,” Conrad says. “Should we maybe read it first? Maybe it’s important.”

“Maybe it will kill us to read it,” Lamia says and pulls her fire starter from her pack.

She scrapes metal across flint sending a shower of sparks onto the table. Three more sprays of sparks cascade over the scroll before it begins to smoke and then in a flare of light it bursts into flame. The fire lasts mere moments before guttering, leaving a small pile of ash.

“I really hope that was the right choice,” Lamia says.

What choice should the adventurers make?