You pass through the little door into a narrow corridor lit by weak yellow bulbs.
The passage slopes gently downward.
Behind you, the sounds of polite applause continue faintly through the walls.
After several minutes, you become aware of a strange brushing sensation near your sleeves.
You stop walking.
Your elbows appear to have become turnips.
Not entirely.
But enough.
You stare at them for some time.
Somewhere ahead in the darkness, a tired voice says: โAh. First turnip acquisition?โ
You attempt to pick up a loose stone from the floor, in case you need to defend yourself.
Your new turnip elbows make this impossible.
It becomes immediately clear that carrying treasure through the dungeon is no longer a realistic ambition for you.
Time to return to the Castle and wait for this arcane magic to wear off.
๐ Your adventure ends here.
๐ก Residents returning from the dungeon are encouraged to report any unusual conditions, transformations or lingering effects.
๐จ Please avoid revealing specific routes, procedures or turnip-related details