Grey was ready for anything. Arrows, booby traps, maybe a goth ghoul he'd caption with "would" on twitter or something, no further explanation needed.
Unfortunately, no big-titty ghouls were coming. Fortunately, he also wasn't attacked by any traps either.
Instead, he got down to a place oddly similar to Globb's own basement, just darker.
There was a small path, and up ahead, rather than an armor, there was an orb. The orb was brass and perfectly polished. Within it, there were lines etched so deep it was hard to tell if the orb was really all one piece, or if it was just hovering in pieces.
'If this isn't what Baron Giyoto was asking about, I'll cut off my left nut.' Grey thought. 'Not actually though, whatever gods are listening.'
Grey continued forward cautiously, but "nothing" continued to happen. Even when he reached forward and just plucked the orb up.
Well, something did happen. Just not anything all that dangerous.
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[VICTORY]
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[Calculating contribution]
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