Milo - One Little Indian

"I don't know what to do, Bobo. Everyone's gone." The small halfing wandered his way down the long hallway. Every now and then, he would stop and cock his head like he was listening to something, or perhaps for something.

"Another one, Bobo? Yes, I see it." Milo picked up a small pebble and tossed it on a floor panel, setting off a torrent of darts that whizzed in front of him and hit the wall on the other side harmlessly.

"Someone certainly doesn't want me to make it through here, Bobo. And maybe I'd disappear like everyone else? That melty thing that Siris did sure looked like a lot of fun. Monks can't actually do that themselves, can they Bobo? ... No, I thought not. Which means something isn't right."

Just at that moment, a click sounded and instinctively he ran one foot to the wall and kicked up into the air as a bolt of electricity the size of his head flew by him. Milo landed with a surprisingly soft thud, looking longingly at the door at the end of the passage.

"Close one, Bobo. I told you to watch for pressure traps! Anyway, I sure hope Alim is okay. He didn't follow my lead across that ravine and the wind blew him down that pit. Falling is easy though, Bobo. It's the hitting the ground part that's tough. I hope he didn't hit too hard."

"But what if they ARE all gone and I'm all alone again? That would be scary. No one to keep me company at night...yes, other than you, Bobo. But I'd miss Alim telling me stories about the forest when he gets that funny look in his eye and he smells like mothballs and Hogsveil weed. I always liked Alim's stories. They needed more dragons though. There's only ever that one, and it's only a half-one anyway. That's not that scary. But Drevlin got eaten by that shark, now that was pretty cool! Well, except for the eaten part. And it was scary! I wonde3r what it's like inside a shark."

Milo stopped suddenly, looked down and stepped carefully over a tripwire set about an inch off the ground. The traps were good, but he was really good at this stuff. He'd gotten excellent marks in trap avoidance and debilitation. They'd given him a gold star and everything! Well, he'd taken it off the professor's desk, but still! He'd earned it!

"Well, if we're alone, Bobo, then there's nothing for it. Maybe this whole place belongs to a dragon and he'll be our friend for getting through his dungeon! I bet that's it! I bet there's a dragon behind the door! Al said that there were dragons around here. Hmmm, I wonder where Al is. When I get out of here, I should find him and tell him about all of this. Okay! That's the plan, Bobo! We're going to get to the door, make friends with the dragon, have him fly us on his back to wherever Al is. And then we'll all have tea! Yes yes, dragons can find those types of things out, Bobo. They ARE magical. Duh. And I always wanted to ride a dragon! I sure hope the dragon likes me!"

At his final words, he reached the door. A quick inspection showed the door locked but not trapped. He pulled out the dullspoon and his tumbler and a few seconds later, the lock clicked and released itself.

"Here goes nothing, Bobo."

He opened the door and immediately frowned at the lack of any sign of a huge scaly dragon or it's even bigger pile of treasure. He however brightened when he heard the grumblings of what he quickly realized were his friends!

Now he could ask Drevlin what it was like to be eaten by a shark!