Scene 1: Buying, Trading, and Celling

Drowmande: Watch, as our latest attractions awake in darkness with cramped muscles and pulsating bruises.

Imenand: Ugh... I Knock open the doors again.  (Sfx: Knock x6)

Issa: Waak.  At least they let us keep all the stuff we found.

Maldreth: You mean all of our stuff?

Rhomande: But not all of our stuff.  Just some thieves’ tools and a few weapons.

Thrimlach: And a pile of money!

Thorn: Not that money will do us much good in this dungeon.  Ah!  There’s the kitty!

((Sfx: Bastet Meow))

Imenand: Get away from Bastet!  She’s been through enough of an ordeal without a size-changing wasp rattling around in her skull!

Issa: (Sigh)  I’ll grab one of these ten-foot poles hanging above the lintel.  Probably going to be a few more traps this time.

Maldreth: You nitwits have finally reached the obvious conclusion on your own!  One of you grab the other pole and let’s get out of here