<span style="font-weight: bold">Salla, Jules, Firenze:</span><br/>You carefully descend for several dozen feets through the narrow and gloomy passage, noticing no passages or other interesting features - just the steep stairs, which keep descending in darkness - hearing no sign of movement from below. Suddendly, Salla halts, seemingly trying to listen to ... something unperceivable for the others:<br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">Salla</span></span>:<br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>The muffled sound now comes from above. Somehow, you must have bypassed the source. </div></blockquote><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">Jules</span></span>:<blockquote class="uncited"><div>A moment before Salla's hesitation, you have noticed an almost imperceptible variation in the pattern of the stones on the wall - looking carefully, you notice they form a perfectly regular rectangle. Also, one of the stones sticks out a little more than the others -it has a peculiar hexagonal shape...</div></blockquote><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><br/>Eilnear</span><br/>The girl blushes visibly, her expression oscillating between embarassment, puzzlement and ...<span style="font-style: italic">and something else?</span>; she tries to avert your gaze, but seemingly the perplexed fascination is too strong to overcome and she keeps looking in your eyes, hesitant and trembling.<br/>After a little silence, she manages to stutter:<span style="color: #8080FF">"V...very well, then. I -I am much grateful of your a-assistance and y-your eagerness to protect me, s-so ... Yes, Lady Baskerville, I de-desperately need your services. Will you protect me? "</span>