<div class="floatleft">Han Ming-Fu (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2318621)<br/>(https://i.gyazo.com/789772ede28173cb214f86fff115c5d3.jpg) (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2318621)</div><br/>Ming-Fu looks aghast at the revealed fates of this third set of prisoners.  Making a face, she coughs and sputters.<br/><br/><em>"They were smothered to death by that awful goo.  That's an accident of fate that saved us, and doomed them.  I want to say I am so sorry, but part of me... is releived that w were the ones that benefited from the mix-up.  Is that wrong of me to think so?"</em><br/><br/>She then faces the central column, and the doorway recessed into the surface, and holds up her key-wand once more.  Determination fills her face, and she glances at each of the others.<br/><br/><em>"Are we ready?  This is the one remaining path out... we shoudl prepare ourselves for whatever lies beyond... freedom or doom.  It's going to be a story to be remembered, whichever it is."<br/></em><br/><br/>Thoughtfully, she then glances curiously at Khan followed by Zlethos, and feeling impulsive she suddenly tiptoes to each of them and gives each of them a kiss on the cheek, experimentally and yet innocently as well.  It's meant as a defiant gesture in the face of death, but from the small girlish figure, it comes across as charming and cute.<br/><br/><em>"For ahem... You know... for luck!"<br/></em><br/>