"Our duty is not yet complete, m'lady." Despite the grit to his tone, he sounded proper, civil almost. The cool hand welcomed the warmth that the goblin's spaulders bore, despite the thin film of spores that covered it. "I am called Rebz, Rebz Stoneeater. It matters little though, as I am certain you're more interested in the relic's keeper, chief Ironcurse." He turned as he chuckled, proving he and his partner to be the imps heard moments ago.<br/><br/>The further from the entrance Rebz led Lucille, the greater the precision of the cut stones that formed the temple's walls. A myriad of turns, twists and split-off corridirs hinted at just how intricate a maze deathtrap it could have been. As they marched, their entourage grew, Rebz filling in the others while Sneed was being...Sneed. Twenty goblins, equally geared goblins hovered about Lucille, fixated on her body for much of the trip, though their march was organized as the consistent clank and clomp of armor and boots drowned their whispers. Strangely none of them seemed as affected by thr spores as she had been.