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Avalan had to admit she was getting a bit worried about the little vixen she was with. Poor Twilight didn't seem to find the chanting as soothing as Ava did.

It was a new day and something in the dungeon was calling her name. She decided to give it another go and head back in. This time she went in a different direction hoping for a different adventure.

Sigrun looked at the steel door of room 13 with its crude string of bells, she wondered if it was in order to announce an intruder like her entering the room. The room was a mess of broken clay bricks. She saw the rope net and heard the chanting, it was a weird room indeed. She quickly found the creature she was looking for and was finally able to defeat it without much trouble.

With aching head, Revel decided to move on, this room was dangerous, she backtracked on herself and decided to head back towards the entrance and go another way than she had originally, stopping to search the first room for loot but coming up empty handed, Revel wasn't surprised, it had probably been picked clean anyway.

Revel stumbled from one room, into another in the dark, hands groping about for the walls, for a light switch, anything but instead she came across not one, but two creatures, at least she thought that's what they were, they had felt furry and alive and breathing, so she had inched away, trying to find somewhere to hide, in the dark, until the creatures moved off.

Well he was feeling well and truly vexxed. Something had obviously shifted within the dungeon. He'd been hopeful that would mean he'd find something. Wondering if he needed to re-think his approach he paused to ponder. Reciting out loud

"Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;"

Req knew that Frost had written the poem as a joke, teasing a fellow writing friend, but that the poem had been taken quite seriously by a class of college students- and had come to be viewed in a more serious light. The main point being that hindsight was often the clearest. So he put his brain to work.

He looked around him picturing the room. He thought of the times in other rooms he'd thought he'd found something, and remembered leaving something shiny near where he'd come in. He thought how hed gone from room to room, exploring. He pondered his purpose- was he here just to explore and see what he could see? or to actually *find* something? He wanted an adventure, something outside his literature. His paw went to his poor sore nose, he'd certainly had that now! But he still searched, why?

Ultimately, Requiem decided that he wanted something to show for his adventure. He realized he'd been lonely. Spending so much time with his written words, hed hardly spent any time with other phoxes. He thought of the way the bodies of the poor slain phoxes had affected him. There was of course the "lone ranger" trope, but lately those hadn't appealed to him. He liked the comradiery of a group, the dynamic, the interplay between beings. He wanted that.

He wanted to keep looking until he had found *something*. This was not just an adventure, but a quest of sorts. He was learning, growing, and changing. He wanted to see it through. Thinking on strategy he wondered if he should continue going room to room or if he should stick to one room. Nodding slowly to himself he made his decision. It was best to stick to one room, and be as through as possible before moving.

Aloud he quoted:
" I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference."

Mind made up he started around the room again, once more following the walls. It was indeed different with the new misty light source. It cast odd shadows, and he couldn't direct it so wound up shifting around to try and make it move. While doing this at one point he stepped on a piece of glass from the *insert eloquent cussing here* lantern. Fighting the urge to kick the thing he had a moment of realization. He'd been focusing on the outer bounds of the room, he needed to canvas the interior as well. Mentally creating a grid pattern he set out searching once more