Elora was afraid of this place, at least of the stories that she had heard of it, but nothing in the world would hold her back from achieveing her dream now. Adjusting the straps of her armor, if leather shorts and boots could be called armor, she slowly and cautiously approached the oaken table in the center of the opening. "Choose your own fate, huh? Well then, I choose my powerful lover, fancy castle, and power..." and as she spoke nothing happened, of course "And we have nothing, so I guess I have to go through here, great."<br/><br/>With the sarcastic comments over, she grabbed the dice, rather annoyed and gave them a toss, hoping that the rumors and stories that she had been told were just local superstitions.