Eleonora slowly regained consciousness on the cool marble floor. She barely remembered the dice roll… and then the orange mist… What was it? What had happened to her? And how did she get here? It didn’t take her long to figure out that she was in the Dungeon, but who had brought her from the entrance to this room, whatever room it was supposed to be…<br/><br/>Eleonora checked her equipment and was relieved to see that she was still in possession of her weapons. Whoever or whatever brought her there hadn’t bothered disarming her. That could be a good or a very bad thing. Either they were friendly to her… or they didn’t deem her a threat, with or without weapons.<br/><br/>She walked over to the wooden tub and noticed that it was filled with water. Sweet smells tickled her nostrils, clearly someone had been preparing a bath not too long ago, several fragrances were mixed with the bath water. She put her hand in the tub and found out the water was still quite warm. Whoever had run the bath couldn’t be very far. Yet he or she was clearly not in the room.<strong>“Hello… Hello? Anyone out there?”</strong>She wasn’t sure how wise it was to call out in this place… Though whoever brought her here had ample opportunity to harm her whilst she was unconscious, and hadn’t done so.<br/><br/>That meant that her captor or savior – she wasn’t sure which but assumed the former just to be on the safe side – had left this room through one of the two doors. And since that was also her only way out, she had a choice to make.<br/><br/>She walked to the northern wall and tried the door…<br/>