As you enter, you are greeted by the groaning once again....but its
BEHIND YOU!
You whirl, dagger lashing out clumsily. It strikes whoever, or
whatever, is behind you.
"OW!" a voice cries. "Scared ya, didn't I?" it
laughs.
Insulted as you are, you..
You remember the lantern and matches from the shop. Hurridely
lighting it, you let is light illuminate the crystal. White fire
erupts into a globe of incandescent magic in front of you, almost
begging you to follow it. Taking the lamp in one hand and your knife
in the other, you follow the head- sized globe into the darkness that
is the main hall.