“We’re almost home free!” The gruff and grizzled expedition leader shouted. The team had evaded monsters torn from nightmares, creatures bent on their destruction, and traps that could only have created by a most deranged mind.
The loot was worthwhile. Each of the adventurers carried sacks of gold and ancient artifacts that would make them wealthy beyond imagination, and in some way help the general knowledge of human history which was a very nice secondary perk of the trip.
“They ate Jenkins!” The group’s local historian said, finally able to still herself long enough to realize the horrors the temple had unleashed.
“But they didn’t eat you,” the leader said, trying to keep the historian focused. “Just a few steps more. I can see the doorway out up ahead.”
“There it is!” The group’s hired gun was overjoyed at the site of one final sandstone slab between him and freedom.
The last three stood in front of the doorway and tried to figure out how to open it.
“If I’m reading this right, the doorway says we have to create something so fragile saying its name will break it.” The historian said.
“Oh! Oh! I’ve heard this one! We have to be silent. Have to quiet as little mice. Saying ‘silence’ breaks the silence. We can’t talk. Everyone shush.” The hired gun said.
The historian and the leader fell quiet and waited.
“It should just take a moment,” the hired gun said a beat later. “Just have to be really quiet. Can’t even hear a pin drop.”
The historian cleared her throat, trying to send a message.
“That’s too loud. Be quiet everybody,” the hired gun said.
From down the hallway, the sound of claw on stone echoed.
“We have to be quieter. How can we be quieter?” The hired gun nervously asked.
“Oh for Pete’s sake,” the leader said. She placed her hand over the mercenary’s mouth and made him silent.
The door slid downward and the three adventurers escaped the temple.
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