The group was tired; worn down; ragged. Simply drained. It had been a fruitless and annoying day of disappointment. Not only had they not found a bit of treasure in this sea witch's lair, but they hadn't even encountered said witch yet. How in the hell did this lady even conduct business in this maze, they wondered.

And nevermind just the endless hallways. The humiliation was just as. A pain in the ass, that just couldn't be scratched, healed, or powdered. It was wretched to deal with for all of them.

Roland had taken to muttered incessesntly to himself, Esther was off in deeper la-la land, and Melinda had boiled so far past angry she flipped to a calm fury. The team dynamic they had when they first started on this journey had evaporated so much that the term was embarrassed to be associated with them.

Well, this was it. Time to call it quits. Throw in the towel. The witch had won, and they all knew it. At this point they were only being driven by pure stubborness. Well, someone had to break the silence at some point, and it was probably gonna be Melinda.

She stopped swimming, and the two behind her stopped as well. They all knew this was it. They were going to call it now, go home and get drunk at Lucy's bar. There was nothing else to do for today. 

Melind turned; a grimace painted on her face. But before the words could leave her mouth, a voice rang out.

~Not yet. The party's just begun.~

And then it happened...

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