The corridor twists and bends for what feels like several unreasonable miles.
At times, the passage becomes so narrow that your shoulders scrape against the damp stone walls.
Then, quite suddenly, the passage opens into a large star-shaped chamber lit by dozens of tiny candles.
Upon a rocking chair at the centre of the room sits an enormous grey slug wearing several medals.
The medals clink softly as the chair rocks.
Beside the slug rests a large wooden barrel bound with tarnished brass hoops.
The slug watches you silently with what may be suspicion, professional disappointment or both.
Two further exits lead away from the chamber - to the east and south - but both are sealed shut with no visible keyholes.
Identical printed signs on each door read as follows:
FURTHER ADVENTURE HAS BEEN TEMPORARILY POSTPONED
After several long moments, the slug speaks.
“Questions,” it says heavily. “Then perhaps barrel.”
Choices:
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