114 A Journey's Beginning · 4
A Journey’s Beginning · 4 Pit Gaol ~ Interior The frailty of the ruin was but an illusion If not for magic and an impossibly loud shout it was sturdy as the earth Within its walls that was difficult to tell for trap after trap Every trap evaded led to another Boulders, arrow traps, pitfalls, and a plethora of more mechanical deterents “T HIS BETTER BE WORTH IT YOU IDIOT‼” “Please don’t yell Master! We never know if your voice will bring this whole place down on us!” “Come on you two! This is so much fun!” Where Squawk and Maye were scrambling for their lives, Chain was laughing every step of the way. She even had her notebook out and was sketching down every symbol she saw on the walls of the ruin. It was not that she took the danger presented by the traps as unimportant, even for Sa·B·ers who the traps were too ancient to have been designed for, the traps presented plenty of life-threatening danger. On more occasions than she could