After the last campaign, the crew got together. With a few hairs shorter on her tail, Signe was the most hesitant to enter the dungeons again, but Mircea reassured her that this was a typical Tuesday (It most certainly was not a Tuesday) and that they were all going to try again and see what needed to be done. And so, reluctantly, she agreed and so, reluctantly, she tagged along with the team and their lovely assortment of pets. 

“My baron, we have traveled this path before.” Abdel warned, but the warning wasn’t given with the seriousness that it typically carried. Goostarion, nestled on Safira’s back, honked in agreement. “I can absolutely recognize these stone patterns, and I know that further ahead are those ghastly faces of the stones over the doors. You remember the ones, my dear: The smiling and frowning ones? Honk.” 

“Do we try the other door this time, if we get to it?” Signe commented lightly, and Mircea takes a moment before nodding his head. “Yes, that sounds like a GREAT idea!”

Safira nodded, turning her gaze up as they moved to enter the fork in the road, and the two faces grinning and frowning at them. “Ah, hello again, Courser Travellers! Did you have the MOST fun last time?” The smiling faces’ craggy voice told them. Stellaluna hid in Signes’ mane, the frowning voice answering, “I see you survived. This is good. This means you found good treasure and survived your encounter, yes?”

Syle nodded. “Aye, we did, but being lit on fire was not the thing I wanted fer the party, you see, but for the sake of making sure we cross both paths, we’re going to try your door today.”

The frowning face rumbled in sadness. “I wish you the best of luck on this adventure, although you’d get more out from me than you will him…”

It was an attempt to make sure they covered both their boundaries, and what was the worst that could happen going through the smiling door that whirred and creaked open with the usual ominous clamor?