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A nod to Colton (after he amends the statement). "Another should stay with him, another who will agree to defend and not claim at this time."

"I will stay" The Eiluned offers.

"You will come and help," Brekke says. She looks to the motley. "One of you."

The pooka looks up, " To protect the bale, I will piss myself here"

The nocker rolsl eyes "naars'

Brekke looks to the Eshu. "Will you stay, and help him learn the stories you know of this place while you guard?"

"I thought you needed me to find the prisoner?" Confusion fro mthe Eshu

A frown....then a nod. "Likely. Dame Zeelah, then, will you stay with Squire Colton and defend against further interlopers?"

"By your leave, baroness" Dame Zeelah says

A pause. "Dame Zeelah, please say what you intend to do."

And the Eiluned sighs "mmm I sense a lack of trust" but she goes to follow

Frank stays with Brekke.

"I will stay here guarding along with this brave squire" The Gwydion sister says "As you asked"

"I merely know my limitations," Brekke says to the Eiluned.

And her Gwydion boon says....

That the Gwydion is telling the truth.

And Eiluned is an Eiluned and Gwydions never know

A satisfied nod, and Brekke looks to Symon and the Eshu. "Please...lead the way."

Symon is ready to follow the Eshu, along with the others - mayhaps a step or two behind the warrior-folk, but watching.

The Eshu closes his eyes, then opens them "This way" and leads them down.

Sometimes, Eshu are talking throguh their asses. They can guide you along an interesting story, not right where you need to be right away per se.

but sometimes, the story needs you somewhere right now

And then they find the dungeon... just as Symon suspsected. Symon's night vision sees the trap first...like a bear trap but rusted over

He reaches out and grabs the nearest arm, giving it a tug and whispering, "Beware - trap ahead. Tetanus, too. Shitty way to die."

He points as well, but trusts in those with him to speak the alarm for him.

Frank, being grabbed, speaks low but his voice carries. "Hold. Trap ahead."

Brekke stops at the warning and looks at the entryway. "Mm. Where is the trigger?"

Frank crouches to hear Symon better.

He looks up at Frank, then moves forward - stepping carefully, cautiously, towards the trap. His eyes glow green, as he looks with double-vision - his keen night-eyes to see if he can spy a trigger, and his autumn sense to see if there is otherwise a weakness. He snickers at something for a moment, but then swallows the laugh and focuses.

Nastier than he thought... there's an oily go on this.. hallucinigenic proerties? Make one weaker willed..

"Symon is looking for the trigger." He murmurs.

but he can disarm it.. ironically, he saw something like this back when he had a chin

The Eshu says "I would have seen it too but.well dark"

He carefully fully disarms the trap - either by setting it off with a timely handful of pebbles or by flipping the trigger safety - if the latter, he also gives the chain a tug, and whispers to Frank, "Best to not leave it here, it's still sharp... and poisoned."

"Do not touch it with your bare hands." He adds.

And they hear the scream. None of them speak the language of the Iraquois

but the voice sounds vaguely familar to Brekke

Frank grunts and flips the thing out of the way with his blade, ready to move on to the screams.

Alarmed. "That is Stonehands. His voice."

A flinch at the sudden sound. He eyes the trap, tempted to examine it further, but... follows.

Once the trap is cleared, she moves onward towards the scream.

The dark gate looks like two huge with a bar across it. There are nordic runes etched in the wooden beam...

and yet without the hold... it is a slow seepage, and it has had so long...

on the floor, A rock Giant lays lashed and thrashed down, held by chains of what appear to be mistletoe

Frank scans the room, then moves to the Rock Giant to tear the chains off.

As frank approaches... he hears his daguthers voices calling him.. begging him to come this way..hurry

Brekke hers it too but knows it to be a lie

And Symon? Well, yeah.. he knows

Brekke moves forward also. "Stonehands. It is Brekke. I..." then she stops. "Frank, it is not her. It is a lie."

Symon scans the room as well. "Mistletoe... poisonous- parasitic... and Christmassy. Hmm." He whispers.