He would realize the dice have landed upon a three and instinctively he knew that with it his fate had been set in stone for better or worse. Like so many before him the greeting to the labyrinth was unique. The shadows began to twist and turn behind him and then he felt the warm hand on his shoulder. A beautiful woman of jet grey skin nude before him was standing before him smiling at the average looking elf and then another hand came forward drawing him closer. Magnificent breasts pressed to his check and back as his body was caressed and stroked by four hands before another one reached down to his hardening malehood however he noticed that many girls all pulled him in different directions and began to drawn him down towards the ground in an attempt to ravish him and tear his clothes off. He was being smothered by women all seeking him before he was dragged literally down into the ground.<br/><br/>He sat up quickly enough from that rather feverish wet nightmare so to speak as he had a faintly cold sweat upon his brow. He expected to awaken in a warm bed or such but instead he was within some kind of old dungeon cell from the looks of it. A bench of old wood suspended by chains was his bed and around him were broken bones and and still decaying flesh. Ahead of him the door had been rusted so badly that it had fallen off and the dust upon his hands indicated that it had been a long time since the dungeon had been in proper use. He would step outside of it since there was nothing of note within the cell. Stepping into the corridor he looked to the west and noticed about thirty fee down some rubble and stone had fallen through from the cells to the left side of the wall blocking his path but there was a door just past it. He could try to go through the cells to get around and try that way or he could go east and round the corner going north where there was a doorway at the end and once more to the east. Three choices to go down potentially.