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"Did we not enter some door we passed, or hallway. Its weird that we seem to be going up rather than further down."

“The lower level has bad air,”?Brother Ashley?reminds?Cerina. “We had to move quickly, so might have overlooked something but the risk was too great to be meticulous.”

While the group rests and readies to continue their explorations, North digs through his pouch and notices the strange crystalline pyramid he’d stolen from the Captain of the Guard back in the desert.

It’s beautiful, almost mesmerizing, to look upon. One moment it appears to be solid black obsidian and the next, a bit of torchlight catches it and reflects back the whole of an extraplane.?

One moment crystal clear and the next it contains the image of the tree of life Yggdrasill and an entire other world swirling and spinning above.?

For an instant, it appears as solid chrome, shiny and reflective, but the next it’s filled with heatless fire and molten gold.

The object gives off no apparent magical aura, but the Gnome isn’t deceived by that happenstance. The item is obviously magical in nature but just what magic it contains is stubbornly obscured.?

It is neither cool nor warm to the touch. It is perfectly smooth with impeccable razor edges that somehow do not cut the skin. The corner points neither soften nor pierce flesh when pressed firmly. Even its weight seems inconsistent, imperceptibly fluctuating from about a pound to near weightlessness.

Something about it tells the Sorcerer that it would take impressively high levels of divination magic to gather detailed information about it.

Then he’s distracted by the aroma of the hot fresh baked potato in his hands, all steamy and split open and dripping with melty butter.

Then he wakes up, still clutching the shiny pyramid object.

About an hour has passed.

Nothing has tried to enter the room. All is quiet.

And what do you do?

/DM