They advance down the gloomy corridor, hearing strange shuffling and squealing sounds from behind the old, grey, damp walls. Linflas and Stamm were up ahead, striding purposefully, while the rest of the group followed them a pace or two behind.
"Um. Guys?" asked Leif. "I trod on that switch? Shouldn't we be careful?"
Syra, who until now had been rather silent, turned and placed her finger to her lips. "Shhhhhhh. We're ignoring it remember? "
"Oh yes! Of course." replied Leif, "We must obviously take heed of the Unknown Influencer who makes decisions on our behalf. I mean, I was worrried that stepping on a switch might have opened up a pit or someth... aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh......"
Leif's screams faded quickly as he dropped into the dank pit that had opened beneath him. Syra turned, the rest of the team moving ahead, oblivious to the valiant Viking's vacation. "Uh... Leif?" she whispered into the darkness. "You OK?". From the depths came a weary voice. "I think I'm OK.... but it's a bit wet and there's something.. alive down here! Help!" Suddenly his voice took on a note of panic and strange thrashing noises could be heard, followed by the clash of metal, then some ripping and tearing and finally a long, loud burp. Syra strained to hear more. It was silent.
She turned and ran back to the group. "Hey! I think Leif's in trouble! We need to help him!" Nabi , Gothmog and Linflas looked at each other dubiously. Stamm sighed, "Already? OK, who wants to help and who wants to press on?" Everyone started to chatter about their options.