Ooh, right! You turn around to quickly nab those-
AAAAAAAAH fuck fuck fuck fuck
Yeah, how about no.
You stuff your painfully-acquired clovers into your collar and VERY CAREFULLY descend into the ruins, keeping your eyes peeled for traps. You’re not going to screw this up; your life could be on the line here.
Anyway, tripping on stairs? You’re not that much of a klutz. And with these two clovers, you’re far too lucky to fall down like that!
It depends how you define “crypt”.
Like, for this guy? It’s totally a crypt.
You hope it doesn’t end up a crypt for you too.
You kind of wish you thought of that before leaving Quill-Weave’s house. Without a writing implement, you’ll just have to remember your way back to the surface.
The air down here is thick and muggy. You can’t even see sunlight anymore. A little voice in the back of your head is reminding you what a horribly bad idea this is, but you do your best to silence it. This is your chance to make things better, you remind yourself.
the late one