<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/GD4Ccek.jpg)</div><strong>Sagacious Emerald AKA "Sage"</strong>(https://docs.google.com/document/d/1x2COni4h1cYJFuB9wqN-VtISzoRrXM0Rl5qhoQMuykQ/edit)<br/><span class="bbc_u">Location</span>: The Mural Room -> next space?<br/><span class="bbc_u">Time</span>: Night, just after moonrise<br/><span class="bbc_u">Tagging</span>: All present<br/><span class="bbc_u">Actions</span>: Stopping everything!<br/><span class="bbc_u">Languages</span>: Riverspeak, Flametongue, High Realm, Old Realm<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>He could see now that, unfortunately, Rapture would have trouble flying down the passage or the stairway beyond it.  Too bad, but that was all right.  He made his way forward, senses searching for anything amiss.  But there was nothing as he reached the top of the stairs.  Nor as he started to descent.  Something wasn't right.  Had me missed something?  His guts were tense and there was an itchy sensation between his shoulder blades that he associated with his instincts noting something his awake mind hadn't caught onto yet.  Something was wrong.<br/><br/>Then came the first tone as he stepped down.  Then another.  And then the third, clearly all part of a melody.  It hit him then and he drew in a hiss of breath.  He went pale and his eyes widened. The tomb near Chauntea!  He was going down stairs, lantern held high.  Doric was talking with Willful Cort.  That's how he'd missed the tones.  He caught it too late and then the stairs under their feet lurched forward and flattened, throwing them down.  He had thrown himself forward and into a roll but even as he did so he heart the meaty squishing and slicing.  At the bottom of the steps, he looked up and their blood rained down on him.  Yuriny's face was inches from his own and her eyes stared into his, unseeing in an expression of pain and disbelief.  Then her head had fallen towards him and-  "Stop!  No one move ahead of me!"  He shut his eyes and pushed the memory away for now.<br/><br/>Sage froze in place, his muscles locked in the motion he'd been in.  "This staircase is trapped.  The music is the clue.  If any goes ahead of me, it'll either throw us forward or turn into a slide and send us down into gods know what."  He licked his lips.  "There's something we can set to disarm it or lock it in place.  It's nearby, in the area I just walked through, probably.  I don't dare step off in case that might trigger it too.  Ah, if you would all please take a look around?"