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"Nobody's perfect," said the voice defensively.
Gingerly, Palin reached out his hand and, after removing
several connecting arms and undoing a rope or two of the
gnome timelock that was not locked, he turned the door
handle. There was a click, and the door swung open on
creaking hinges.
Entering the chamber with some difficulty, his robes
having caught on a gear, Palin looked around in awe.
He was in a room shaped like a cone - round at the
bottom, it came to a point at the ceiling. The chamber was
lit by oil lamps, placed at intervals around the circular floor,
their flickering flames illuminating the room brightly as
day. Tanin was about to step through the door past Palin,
when his brother stopped him.
"Wait!" Palin cautioned, catching hold of Tanin's arm.
"Look! On the floor!"
"Well, what is it?" Tanin asked. "Some sort of design - "
"It's a pentagram, a magic symbol," Palin said softly.
"Don't step within the circle of the lamps!"
"What's it there for?" Sturm peered over Tanin's broad
shoulders, while Dougan jumped up and down in back,
trying to see.
"I think ... Yes!" Palin stared up into the very top of the
ceiling. "It's holding the Graygem! Look!" He pointed.
Everyone tilted back their heads, staring upward, except
the dwarf, who was cursing loudly about not being able to
see
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