"If I had some runes I could open this damned thing." Roland remarked, as he pulled strenuously with the crowbar. "Though some HELP would be nice!"

Esther was only half paying attention while sitting on the cubic monstrosity containing her best friend Melinda. Despite her bubbly demeanor, she wasn't always THIS spacey. 

Ever since the group entered this dungeon she felt a growing sense of disconnection from reality. This wasn't just some kind of trailing off, but rather a sense of her consciousness being pulled. She just wish she knew WHAT was doing the pulling, because the ambiguity was beginning to genuinely unnerve her, at least the clerical side of her. 

The other side of her was hungry and wanted a fish sandwich. Was it any surprise then that she was the one to fall into the trap of "the illusory snack, in the mysterious box, in the middle of the empty room"? Had Melinda not been there to smack her out of the way, it would have been her stuck inside that box of lies. 

This situation was starting to get dangerous. More than she had thought it would be. It wasn't the standard danger of adventuring, but rather a sort of primal and existential danger that words couldn't really describe accurately. Maybe it was better to try and convince the team to abort mission and leave this place. 

Then again... she couldn't shake off the adventurer's bug. That desire of any party of freelance mercenaries to find out what answers lie in plain sight. To find out just what-

Interuppting her thoughts was the thwack of a fist coming down onto her head and the screeching of Roland. 

"IF YOU ARE GOING TO LOSE YOUR TRAIN OF THOUGHT, YOU CAN AT LEAST STOP SITTING ON THE PERSON I'M TRYING TO HELP!!" 

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