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Message: <blockquote data-quote="BoldItalic" data-source="post: 6781346" data-attributes="member: 6777052">"That was scary, what does it mean?" asked Infántilë, clinging suddenly to Rylnethaz."There must be something in this cellar that we are intended to discover," he replied wrapping his arms around the princess. "Have another look around everyone, look behind those mead barrels, if you can.""Just be careful with them," pleaded Fingers, "They're worth quite a bit, you know, in the right market. Hold on while I try to squeeze behind them." After a while, he gave a low whistle of surprise. "Bold, can you bring your light over here? I think there's a trapdoor under this lot."Clotbert, BoldItalic and Rylnethaz worked together to clear away the stacks of barrels around Fingers. There was indeed a trapdoor in the floor. "Well, this may be one entrance to the dungeons," was BoldItalic's thought. "Should we descend, or look for other entrances too?""Let's just get it open, and see what's down there," decided Rylnethaz, giving the trapdoor a good heave. It opened suddenly and fell with a crash against the nearby wall. Peering down, they saw what appeared to be a brick-lined well-shaft but the bottom wasn't visible. Fingers tossed in a pebble and counted "one-ox-cart, two-ox-carts, three-ox-carts, four .." before the faint echo of a 'plop' came back up the shaft. "About five hundred feet," he announced. "Too far for ropes, and I'm not going down there without one, before anyone gets any ideas.""Oh, ye of little faith," said BoldItalic with a slight smirk, and tapped Fingers on the toes with his staff while reciting a bit of nonsense verse about spiders in drainpipes."Hey! What have you done?" shouted Fingers, as his toenails grew suddenly into hook-like claws."Don't worry," laughed BoldItalic, "It's only temporary. You'll be able to scuttle down the well shaft and back up again in no time at all. I'll cast a spell on your hat to make it light up so you can see what you are doing."Fingers sighed. "That's all very well but why is it always me?" he grumbled. "Oh, well, let's get it over with," and he climbed down the shaft while the others groaned at his terrible puns.They watched as the shine from his hat went deeper and deeper into the shaft. When it was so far down as to be barely a glimmering point of light, Fingers shouted back up. "Nothing so far!" and then they heard him curse. "I've lost my hat!" he shouted, "It's fallen right down to the bottom!""Well, just go down and fetch it!" shouted Rylnethaz. "Don't be unkind, dear," said Infántilë reprovingly, "The little fellow is doing his best. He didn't have to come with us."Rylnethaz heard himself saying "Yes, dear," and wondered a bit about that afterwards. He seemed to be becoming someone else who said different things but, somehow, he couldn't find the urge not to.After a minute or two, another shout came from below. "Got it. It's ... AARGH!"</blockquote>

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