Heading forward in the stone build corridors, Edwin felt comfortable with his new weaponry made of the cut down vines that he tired together.
Coming up to another doorway covered in webbing, he was delighted with the new dusting system in his hands and swinging the vines around gathered all the nastiness into them.
Ewh, not very appetising to be honest but maybe it could still be of use. Edwin was definitely going to keep the vines with him.
But what is this. There's a bright light at the end of the corridor Edwin peeked into. And a vague sounds of drums.
What on earth is going on here.
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