Alina was still giggling as she entered the dungeon. The walls were brightly illuminated by the torches and the walls were covered in bas-reliefs and mural paintings, the colors of which sparkled through the shimmering light. When she reached the stoned body of the thief, her giggle turned into a full-on chuckle that clattered along the walls of the cavern. She had only learned about this place that very night, after she had arrived at a nearby tavern at dusk. Having a few too many pitchers of wine, the stories the old men were telling around the open fireplace had increasingly amused her. She had joined in the fun, both in terms of drinking happily along and encouraging the old farts to tell every outrageous tale they knew about the place.<br/><br/>Apparently, some haunted labyrinth was nearby, one that no one had ever returned from. The geezers each swore they knew several people who had gone in there only to never be heard from again. She had already been disgustingly drunk when she convinced one of the men to give her directions to the dungeon entrance. It was already a near-miracle she found the place in the dark of night and in her inebriated state.<br/><br/>She patted the stone sculpture of the thief on its head and gave it a little kiss on his stone cheek before moving onwards. As she reached the table with the dice and cups, she cackled in delight. "Oh good! A game... I love games." She clapped her hands before taking one of the cups and rolling the dice...