By the ominously locked door, the black rat calls down to its expendable, temporary companions.

"What's down there?"

"There's a room, and it's got torches on the wall. Still on fire by the way," comes the reply from below the bottom of the pit.

"Drop on the ground and roll around or something. That should help," the rat leader suggests.

"Also, some sort of green slime on the ground. It keeps running into me."

"Are you still on fire? Wait, the slime keeps running into you?"

"And now it's on fire too."

"What do you mean it's running into you?"

"Well it's not doing it any more, it's kind of melting."

With every word it exchanges with the two creature, the black rat gets even more confused. The nature of these two creatures is unlike anything it had ever seen in a dungeon. Attempting to lessen the mysteries surrounding it even slightly, it calls down.

"How was slime running into you?"

"It's a ball of slime, and it went toward me until it stopped being able to by my physical nature as a solid object."

To itself, the rat complains, "I just don't understand how a ball of slime moved..."

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Two rats investigate the room furthest from the entrance, moving right. The entire chamber is filled with a stone wall, making it a squarular hallway going around the place, only interrupted by the raised stone button in the furthest left corner of the room. Immediately, Trena steps on it.

From the ceiling, a metal circle falls down between the button and the entrance to the room, sparking and making noise as a flame burns through a rope on the top.

"What is that?" Trena asks, about to step towards the hissing black ball.

"No! Stay back!" the brown rat shouts, stepping further away. "We don't know what it is!"

"Boom," says the bomb, blasting fire, smoke, and rubble away from itself.

A cloud of dust fills the corridor, blocking vision for the brown rat, safely outside of the detonation radius.

"Trena! Are you alright!?"

"I found a five!"

"A what?!"

Trena steps out of the dust cloud, holding a key detailed with the image of the sun, and a metal weight with the number five engraved upon it. With the loot in tow, the two warriors head back to the central chamber.

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While the one creature is busy faffing about down below, providing no useful information, the black-furred rat turns to the one within striking range and mentions, "I don't know what it is about you but I just really want to punch you."

"Go ahead then, get it out of your system," it says, resignedly, "We heal really quickly. "

The fist that instantly arrives at the creature’s face travels about three centimeters into the skull before inertia loses out to the momentum imparted, and the whole of the body follows as the head travels rapidly to the stone wall.

“Augh! My entire face!”

It writhes on the ground for a full minute.

“Damn it, that hurt,” it says, climbing back to its feet, “My turn now!”

It pulls back it’s arm and starts crackling with electricity.

“Hey!” comes from the hole, “If you do that I’m not healing you.”

The electrical buildup is gone as quickly as it had come.

“Fine.”