Later, as the party found themselves wandering down a dank corridor, Syra let out a bloodcurdling scream. "What is it!?" exclaimed several of the gang in unison, leaping to attention. Syra, wide-eyed, jumped forward, revealing Boris cowering in the dirt.
"I told you to STOP DOING THAT, you midget menace!"
Boris looked up apologetically, "I'm so sorry, it's just that it's lovely and warm under your cloak and these hallways are so dashed COLD!". He stamped his feet and embraced himself to make the point. "BRRrrrrrr!" he added for further effect. Syra eyed him with distaste. "Stay away from me or it's a dagger in the ribs for you!" She stormed off into the gloom.
The rest of the party were just about to follow when Syra screamed again. "Aaaaaaaaaahhh!" they could hear her in the distance, then there was the sound of running footseps, some ratlling and then a vague sound of what appeared to be a very large door closing.
The team ran down the passage to find Syra, but it was too late. The only sign of her was some flower petals in the dust, that had fallen from her hair. However, there were strange scratchy marks in the dust that led around the corner. Following them, the party came to a large wooden door ahead and another passageway leading off to the right.
"We've got to save her!" said Boris, now feeling guilty. He ran up to the door and started to kick it.
"Wait!" shouted Stamm. "We need to consider our options! Oh, look, helpfully here's some:"