Lucille gazed round in fascination at the ancient, twisty corridors of the temple...She did her level best to keep track of *where* she was going, but the twisty, turny corridors left her frankly bewildered- Though along the way she *did* pick up a large escort of goblins, each step taking her closer towards 'Chief Ironcurse', whomever he might be!<br/><br/>"So, tell me, Rebz," the witch inquired, as they walked on...Shaking her head, just a little, to clear the dark spots dancing in her vision; "<em>Exactly</em>what are these...spores?" Lucille could *feel* the lecherous gazes of the goblins on her...And the strange heat caused by the insidious mold- Though it didn't *really* seem to affect her; "-Your people seem remarkably resilient...And remarkably well-armed..." There was a clear question in that, her eyes curious as they flickered across the spears and armor they'd been equipped with- Clearly magical weapons, though from where she couldn't quite say!