Whisper rolled her eyes a bit at the talk of 'spirit'.  That was something the Baron had already made abundantly clear himself just a few minutes ago, she didn't need some two-bit invisible servant repeating it to her.  Admittedly, the change in tone was a good sig-Ooh, shiney!  A magical wish-granting ring?  Hey, this guy wasn't so bad after all!  Sliding it onto her finger, she thought about wishing to be the winner of this little competition, but ultimately decided that, no, that probably wouldn't actually work.  She'd have to save it for some point where she really needed it, instead.<br/><br/>Back out into the tunnel, and northward-bound once again.  While walking along, she busied herself with carefully inspecting the ring on her finger.  Was it really magical?  Could it really grant wishes?  Or was that voice just a big jerk who had given her a fake ring for insulting his master?  What would she have gotten if she had said something like 'Hail Sukumvit', instead?<br/><br/>She was so caught up in these bits of wondering that she didn't even realize there was a light shining down until she had stepped into it.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>Whisper<br/><br/>Skill: 12<br/>Stamina: 23<br/>Luck: 10/12<br/><br/>Inventory: 3 Gold Pieces<br/>Sword<br/>9 Provisions<br/>Rope<br/>Hollow Wooden Tube<br/>Goblet<br/>Emerald<br/>Potion of Stamina