Adventurer’s Journal – Day 3:
We made our way south again, as that was the only option that we had. Ignoring all tunnels to the right and left, thanks to our cleric’s “hunch”, we zigzagged south and east until we could go south no more. To the east, we noticed that the natural, stony walls had turned to brick. We were getting close!
We followed the brick tunnels until they emptied into a long east-west corridor. We looked hard in both directions, but a breeze came from the east. That breeze carried with it the unmistakable stink of a crypt. We pressed east. A few turns later we set foot in a large cavern with a single sarcophagus lying on a pedestal in the center of the room. Gold coins had been scattered around the coffin, making mounds of riches. Our thief’s eyes sparkled. “Not a coin,” warned Grog. With a sigh, he backed off. We walked to the center of the cave and stood a short distance from the sarcophagus. “Now what?” asked Pimzul. “Now, we wait,” I replied.
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