The result of the dice she had rolled quickly came to an eight upon the table. At first nothing happened however soon this strange red orange mist began to rise up. It smelled faintly of cinnamon and spice however soon enough Eleonora would find her world starting to spin and she felt onto her knees trying to get away from it however as she crawled her world began to blur and then finally she fell completely to the floor blacking out. However this was not the end of her story but the warm welcoming of the Labyrinth to it's next challenger...<br/><br/>She awoke slowly rising to her feet not upon dirt but on hard marble once polished to perfection as she noticed that everything has changed within her time spent unconscious. Around her she was in a room thirty feet long and twenty feet wide. The surroundings and sweet smells of aged soaps hinted that she had somehow found herself in a luxurious bathhouse of some sort. A touch of cobwebs had formed in some of the corners but everything else seemed in fine condition. To the west was a soap rack and above it was a wooden tub of fine oak. To the south was a small table with a teaset laid out but abandoned and to the east was a cabinet which seemed capable of storing ones clothes or getting a soft robe for modesty. On the north and northeast wall were one door each.