"Nice choice. It's terrifying, AND soothing. Very hard to find
now adays", mocks Obi Wan.
"Well", you reply, "I didn't here any of your ideas,
Jedi master."
Thats when you see it. A Wooky the size of a small three year old. You
think nothing of it, till a screem rips from it's lungs. Both you and
Obi Wan clutch for tour ears in fear that they might fall off from the
loudness of the cry, and reach for your light sabers, in fear of what
this small rag-doll has called to.
As you travle through the tunnel, you see that cobwebs and dust piles
up on the walls and floor.