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Jason tries the jump. At worst, he’ll be exposed in the middle of a bunch of kobolds (and probably die). Of course, this thought doesn’t occur to him until the middle of the jump. But he goes through it with professionalism and fervor. He tries to minimize the noise as much as possible at the bottom. Rolls move silently again, 10.

You land in a crouch with a soft thump, rocking the skull slightly. The king looks your way for a moment and frowns, his hands tightening on the greatsword; very slowly, very steadily, you get to your feet, finding your balance on the giantic skull much harder than you thought it was. For a moment, you think that he would approach you… but the moment pbumes, and you breathe a short sigh of relief as he turns to his bodyguard and motions for something.

Reverently, the guard reaches to his side and pulls out an ivory horn. Unlike everything else in the pit, it gleams with a lustre that must have taken some kobold hours of polishing to achieve. It is plain, unadorned with any ornaments save a fine tracery all over the horn itself. With equal reverence the King takes the horn and, with a flourish, puts it to his lips.

A low, mournful cry echoes through the chamber. A flock of startled birds above you take to flight; you can almost hear a pin drop in the abrupt silence. You look down, and all you see are kobolds gazing up at their king with such sudden solemnity that you are, now, even more afraid than you were previously. Into the silence the King speaks.

“To the Temple. It is time.”

As one, the kobolds walk- not scramble, not shove, but walk- to a side pbumage leading out from the pit. Within mere minutes, the entire pit is now empty. You look around you: there are three exits to the place. To your left is where most of the stench is coming from; straight ahead is the “Temple”, where the kobolds have all gone; the right you have no idea, but unlike the other two, the gateway is reinforced with an undecorated stone arch.