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The light from above grows faint as Orvas ventures deeper, his red eyes narrow slits in the gloom. A sudden, metallic *click* reverberates through the chamber. Before he can react, the stones beneath his feet crumble away. He falls, a cry stifled by the rush of air, and lands hard on the unforgiving floor of a lower chamber. A groan escapes him as he pushes himself up, his slender frame wreathed in settling dust. His gaze, wide and startled, finds you standing across the dim space. "Ah!" he stammers, fingers tightening reflexively around the staff in his hand. "Who are you?"