Eventually, something was going to change.  Something NEEDED to change.  At least, that was what Teran had been thinking to himself for at least the past half-hour.  By this point, he wagered that if asked, he could describe the room down to relatively precise dimensions as well as the location of virtually every object within.  The routine had gotten to the point where he wasn't even thinking about what he was doing; move across room, open door, enter same room, repeat.<br/><br/>This, of course, left his mind to wander to other topics and subjects of thought.  Whoever had suggested splitting up to try to find a way through, while technically correct, had neglected to think about what could happen when the company was split up so much.  While he was perfectly fine being paired with Asulf, they had never truly talked before, and that led to the two going about most of the trek through the maze thus far in silence.  Teran had caught more than a few odd looks from Asulf, but what exactly those looks meant he had no clue.<br/><br/>And then, something changed.<br/><br/>The smell was the first thing he noticed.  Put simply, it smelled<span style="font-style: italic">old</span>.  Looking around, it appeared to be some kind of burial chamber, which explained the smell.  However, the second he moved forward, the floor dropped out from under both him and Asulf.  Teran thought wildly for a second about what they could have possibly triggered to open the trapdoor, but that thought was quickly supplanted by the view of what they would land on, or rather, in.  Trying to decide whether it was the spikes or whatever the black slime was that would hurt more also proved to be a moot point, as about halfway down the pit there was a lurching sense of vertigo, followed by darkness.<br/><br/>Teran found himself falling again, this time apparently tangled around Asulf.  Fortunately, there was a pile of what looked like some kind of mat awaiting them, and they turned the fall into a relatively painless one, especially considering what they could have landed on.  Untangling himself from around Asulf, he righted himself before checking that he hadn't lost anything in the fall.  The statue in the center of the room told him that the room was likely important, but as to what exactly it meant, he wasn't sure.<br/><br/>A rather loud bestial roar, followed by the unmistakable sounds of fighting from the next room caught his attention at the same time that it did Asulf's, and he quickly had his rapier out, following quickly behind the charging cleric.  Entering the room behind Asulf, he quickly realized that, while there were more Bright-Blades in the room, they were still outnumbered and facing a relatively prepared enemy to boot.  Well, this was what he got paid for, right?