Room14c
“Do you want me to do this then?” Jora steps toward the mirror.
“No, I’ll do my part,” Conrad says. “We wouldn’t want to disappoint the wizard.”
He reaches for the black mirror and the silvered surface races over the group. After a moment of freezing disorientation, they stand in the center of the same small room but the mirrors have disappeared as usual.
Conrad walks over to the lever and reaches for it hesitantly.
“What if it’s something bad?”
“Does it really matter, buddy? Just pull it.”
Conrad yanks the lever downward. It slides without resistance and clatters when it reaches the bottom.
“Is that it?”
A grinding noise fills the room as a small square hatch slides open in the center of the ceiling.
Safir walks beneath the opening and looks up. A small scrap of paper flutters from the opening.
Safir catches the paper and turns it over. The edges are brown as if the parchment has been set on fire. In the center of the scrap are four words written in dark brown ink.
“I think this is dried blood,” Safir says and then reads the shaky writing.
Yellow of the sun
“Is this a clue?” Safir hands the paper to Lamia to study.
“I wonder if this was placed there by another adventurer who was trapped here?”
“Either way,” Jora says. “We’ve fulfilled the mirror’s task. Let’s get out of here.”
What choice should the adventurers make?