Cylla sighed with the dramatic flair to put a Shakespearean actor to shame. She knew she had lost her temper after the chocolate incident and needed to vent on the interlopers. But this time, he wondered if he took things too far. 

Sure, the other traps were well justified, maybe too good for them after what they did. But this one... maybe this one was just a bit too mean. 

Dropping them into the basement was one thing, but to drop them specifically in... her area was another. 

Cylla didn't even know why they hadn't cleared out that squatter months ago. All the angler lady did was creep out guests and make them dance to hypnotic rhythms until they tired out. And after they tired... then things got really weird. At least 5 different adventuring parties in the past gave up at this point and high tailed it without a glance back.

Cylla hoped this didn't happen this time. Despite the choco-fiasco. He was kind of fond of this group. She especially liked the nerdy one. The more things went on, the more strung out and fidgety he was becoming. It made him look like a frightened little kitten. 

She'd really like to pick at his dreams; see just what made him tick. Perhaps, with a little coercing, Cylla would get something just a bit more than mild entertainment out of these intrepid explorers...

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