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Where was I? Oh! The real Arik. Well, we all stood there, lookinâ€™ this way and that, kind oâ€™ discouraged, thinkinâ€™ now weâ€™d be havinâ€™ ta search through the whole city, huntinâ€™ fer the damn seeds what Francis the frog was wantinâ€™. It would take weeks to do it and weâ€™d only brought enough supplies ta last us a few days.
Sun-Ok had wandered off a bit, and now was hunched over, starinâ€™ close at the dust what had built up on the streets what ainâ€™t been walked on fer so long. She beckoned to us to join her and we toddled over to where she was standinâ€™.
She clasped her hands together as if she was gonna say a prayer, bowed to us, then pointed at the cobblestones below her and said, â€œHumble comlades . . . ah . . . you look . . . stleaks and swirls in dust on floor please?â€ Sun-Okâ€™s got a really odd way oâ€™ speakinâ€™ ya know?
Anyways, she stepped back, bowed to us once more and pointed at the stones again. Oh geez! Streaks and swirls! It could only mean one thing! Mind Flayers! Mayhap Aloonies even! Glidinâ€™ along, a couple oâ€™ inches off the ground! Their robes dragginâ€™ in the dust, makinâ€™ those marks! Oh geez! We wasnâ€™t alone!
Well, straight off, five things popped into me head. Number one, we wasnâ€™t safe standinâ€™ out here and weâ€™d best be gettinâ€™ off the street, and inside someplace right quick before we run into any Flayers, or Aloonies what happened to be out and about!
Number two, ta me it just ainâ€™t seemed right that someone would leave those seeds layinâ€™ â€˜round unprotected in one oâ€™ these empty buildings. Nope! I was thinkinâ€™ those seeds was nowhere to be found in this city. They had ta be hidden in a secret room, mayhap a Forgotten Chamber or someplace like that, locked up secure, inside a strong chest with wards and traps set all â€˜round it.
And number five, I was really wishinâ€™ Port was here with us, even though I ainâ€™t likin him too much fer trickinâ€™ me with that damn helm! Port always seems ta know whatâ€™s best ta do next!
Anyways, we found a door with hinges what ainâ€™t seemed rusted too much and managed to work it open a bit and squeezed our way inside. The room was empty and dark, but Voran lit a torch and we seen a hole in the middle oâ€™ the floor with a sturdy rope, one end tied to a post what was stickinâ€™ outta the wall on the far side oâ€™ the room, the rest oâ€™ it danglinâ€™ down the hole and into the blackness below.
Well, what the hel . . . whoâ€™s gonna pass up a chance ta climb down a rope whatâ€™s danglinâ€™ into blackness and God knows what the hel else, and down we went!