"A bubble? underwater? No! squawk! Made of soap! Made of soap!" The parrot squawks again and flaps its wings. "Come in! Come in! Lots of games inside. Lots. Have fun you. Have fun. Jareth is all about games. Contests. Dangerous they can be. Honor Jareth in his temple. Honor Jareth!" With one last squak, the parrot disapears. A black shape slowly darkens on the red door. It eventually comes into focus in the shape of the black king from a chess set. It is about man-sized. The door then suddenly slides open, revealing a dark corridor beyond. The corridor is tilted slightly, just as the door was. The ceiling is flat, and appears to be carpetted. The floor is concave, smooth and hard. The passage is faintly lit from the floor, and seems to lead into a large room ahead.
"Well, good luck." says Trimble. "Do you want to leave any last messages with me? Or do you have valuables you don't want to lose in there? You can leave them with me. I'm not going back in there."
XP award #4
[sblock] 200 XPs to Beamer for answering a hard riddle.[/sblock]