Dungeon Smalls

Transcript

While Brudil managed to keep herself upright, albeit leaning against the railing, Pleht is slumped on the floor, holding his head.
Brudil: Now THAT'S fast!
Pleht: Oog...
The three skeletal hands that are out are smoking, two clutching the pulley rope and one hanging down. Pleht and Brudil walk up. Pleht rummaging through his coat.
Brudil: You have anything that could...?
Pleht: I'm checking... It seems I only have this.
Brudil: ...
Pleht produces the vase they had found earlier.
Brudil and Pleht: No.
As Pleht puts the vase away again, he thinks, and then cringes. He and Brudil walk out into the hall. Brudil looks on in concern and disgust while Pleht, shivering, walks with skeletal fingers peeking out of his coat.