((Oh, this isn't quite the end.  Alright.  Though in the future, please warn me when there're changes of format from the usual structure to freeform/dialogue/whatever.))<br/><br/>I stare up at the giant stone block pressing down against my chest, beginning to worry that I might soon become that dead warrior's replacement.  I try and look around for the source of the voice, but to no avail.  Nervously, I speak, hoping it will get me out of this alive.  "Um... I don't suppose you're about to lift this ceiling up and let me go on my way, are you?"