The passageway grew wider, opening up into some sort of chamber or cavern.  In the dim light, Lucky thought he could see a figure moving around inside.  It looked...tall--at least, taller than he, which, in all honesty, did not narrow down the field very much at all.  But it was also lithe, and slender.  Possibly an elf?  She wasn't wearing very much clothing at all, and her skin was gossamer pale.  Yes, it had to be a female; males typically did not dress so sexily.<br/><br/>"Hallo!" called out Lucky, cheerily.  "I'm Lucky!  You're not a bugbear, are you?  I don't like bugbears--they're mean!"<br/><br/>However, before she could respond, a roiling mist started to eke from the ground, swirling around his ankles as it crept upwards.  He kicked at an errant tendril, but it was diaphanous and insubstantial as...well, mist.<br/><br/>"Hey, do you see this?" he called to the elf-type person.  "Isn't this weird?  It looks like fog is coming up from the gr-gr-gr--"<br/><br/>He couldn't finish the sentence, alas, because he suddenly and inexplicably felt a powerful urge to sneeze.  He barely had the wherewithal to turn his head before it came, in a giant spray of moisture.<br/><br/>"AAAACHOO!"  he sneezed.  "AAACHOOOOOO!"  He quickly raised his sleeve to cover his mouth, so he wouldn't spray mucus all over the elf-person.   Why couldn't he stop sneezing?  His name was Lucky, not Sneezy.  "ACHOOOOO!  ACHOOOOOO!"