The good news: You do not find a trap with Sharille dead inside of it.<br/><br/>The bad news: You find one hell of a nasty trap.<br/><br/>Only a few feet inside the door, you find a large, black circle on the ground... and behind it, a familiar face of the broken-crown nobleman, picking it up by one edge and starting to fold it in on itself. And at the bottom of that black circle, easily 10' down and seemingly unconscious, lies your companion.<br/><br/>"I've exhausted so much money to accomplish my master's wishes... to finally claim my rightful place at the head of these lands, a herald of the Bloody God. And you show up here, little elf, and stick your nose in places it doesn't belong..."<br/><br/>The corners of the portable hole meet, and seal shut... and with a cruel grin, the man leaves it right there on the floor, between you and him.<br/><br/>"And now, I have to start all over again. I have to raze my family's home, and scrounge up thousands to try and rectify the damages you've caused. Provided, of course, my gracious god allows me to live after this phenomenal cluster-fuck..." The man sneers, and pulls the long, ornate rapier from his side, holding it ready. "But you will suffer first. Come, try to save your little friend... know that she will die a horrible death before I finally end your life."