Again, you feel that pulling, wrenching feeling...<br/><br/>And you find yourself in a small stone room. It's perfectly round, you notice, with a webbing of small holes all the way around it, and a round door embedded in the center of the floor, under about an inch of water. It's definitely not empty, though... you hear faint laughter echoing throughout the room, and the sound of skittering.... And Tock shouting in frustration at one of the holes in the wall.<br/><br/>As you step in, the orc woman turns around.<br/><br/>"Lisra! Glad you could make it." The woman glares at the holes in the wall, and at the hole in the floor. "I got in here, and there was a key hanging from the ceiling... but when I went to go grab it, the damn thing grew legs and went running into the damn wall."<br/><br/>As she speaks, you hear a laugh, and the head of a skeleton key pokes out of one of the holes to your left. Tock notices, and charges forward to grab it... but the thing darts back into the wall, and Tock curses in frustration.<br/><br/>"The fucking faeries have an irritating sense of humor..."<br/><br/>As if on cue, Puck's voice echoes through the chamber.<br/><br/><em><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Hello, lovelies... I don't think I've seen that key so happy in a long time. You've made a friend!</span></em>