| [Noxin #6] Spitting Distance
Noxin pulled out his Goggles of Minute Seeing and strapped them on. Then, holding his hammer close to the lever for light, he started to examine the device. It seemed unremarkable: steel shaft, polished marble handle, set into a brass-plated slot in the wall. It was old, and the workmanship was very good, he could tell that much, but beyond that it was what it was: a mysterious lever in the side of a dungeon wall.
Muttering to himself, he stripped off the Goggles of Minute Seeing and held his hammer into the shaft. He peered downward, but the bubble of light from his hammer didn't project all that far, and he couldn't see anything but bare stone and darkness.
Noxin grumbled again and produced some spit and mucus from the back of his throat. He spat it down the shaft and then leaned over, his hand cupped around his ear as he listed for the splat.
Instead he heard a tiny voice below shout, "What the-!" | 
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