Friday, February 15
Madness in Freeport - Part 7: Deadly Spikes
“Okay,” said Vlad, “so according to Kham, this beach is also trapped.” He nodded toward the right.
Near the shore off to the right was a skeleton impaled by a large stake jutting up out of the sand. As more of the chamber came into view, they could see at least two more skeletons impaled the same way.
“Spike traps,” said Kham. “Buried in the sand.”
“Great,” Ilmarė smoothed down her hair again. “Since you’re the expert on traps, you tell us what to do.”
Kham took off his lenses and polished them on his jacket. “I’m an expert at avoiding traps, not setting them off. That’s Beldin’s job.”
“Okay!” said Beldin. He stepped off of the boat.
“No, Beldin wait!” shouted Vlad. [MORE]
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