We entered the room beyond the double doors. Thanks to those Spider-Climb boots Dyssko was on the ceiling. He cast shock and awe to overwhelm whomever was in the room. The only living creature was a dwarf sitting on a throne. Which is not to say the room was empty.

I stepped inside the door. Dyssko was overhead and to the left. He was overwhelmed by the sight of a dozen corpses hanging upside down from the ceiling. The top of their heads had been cut off.

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You know, for a fastidious guy Dyssko sure likes squishy, smelly stuff. If it’s not hydra droppings or Kua Toa poo, it’s poisonous mushrooms. We were done with that room. Done! But no. “I need a sample. I need a sample.” Like a broken record. I hope that almost dying from fungi poison will make him more cautious.

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