The Dungeon
You follow her to a large metal dungeon door.
"This's it!" she says. "This's where my co-workers are being held!"
"Yeah, it's great." you say. "But why'd you need me?"
She grips the large door, and begins to pull. She groans in pain when the door doesn't budge.
"Now . . . . do you see?" she grunts.
"Oh yeah." you say. "Step aside, i'll handle this." you say boldly.
You grip the door's handle with both hands, and begin to pull on it for all you're worth. "Unghhh . . . . " you groan. "The thing just won't budge."
"'Big tough guy', huh?" she quips. "Can't handle the mean ol' door?"
"It must be locked." you say. Then you inspect the tiny keyhole.
"But . . . where's the key?" she asks.
"I don't know." you say. "But it's probably somewhere within this castle."
"Now what do we do?" she says, a hint of disheartenment in her voice.
"Now, we look for it." you say. "There are many rooms in this castle, it can't be far. C'mon, we can start in the Main Hall."
"But . . . . the Owner . . . "
"Don't worry, we'll be fine." you say. "The Owner's a nice old guy, he won't even know we're there. And even if he does, he probably won't even care."
"But he's the one who imprisoned my friends!"
"Did you see him imprison them?"
"Well, no . . . . but . . . "
"Just as I thought. The guy's an old recluse living in a large castle, and immediately you wanna pidgeon-hole him as bein' evil, or crazy. C'mon, let's go get that key."
"Ah . . . Alright." she says. "I . . I guess you're right."
Go to the Main Hall