The walls were closing in...

Crumbling and cracking. I had no time. I can't do this.

Investigating the looting was the worst decision I ever made, by any person, ever.

No time to think.

Why did I go into the tailor's shop? Why?

Why did I open the door? Why did I leave Aryth and Ledyr behind? I needed them. I can't do this alone. Aryth... yes, he's a bit dumb, but at least he can break a trap using a single arm. And Ledyr can fucking magic her way out of all problems.

The oak.. it betrayed me.

"Ya shouldn't go there, Mor." I should've listened to him.

"That looks like a trap" Why didn't I listen? She's a magician for god sake

The winding passages, the stairs that led to the ceilings, and the balconies overlooking other rooms.

Such an obvious trap. Rookies would have done better than I.

I could barely move. Punching the walls made no difference. It was going to crush me alive. The perfect trap for someone like me. Weak... frail. How did they know me.

Its inescapable.

No, I can escape. I HAVE TO ESCAPE.

I tried to no avail, even the crumbling stone was stronger than me.

I felt my heart thumping in my chest.

Was this it? Was I dead?

I felt my bones crush. My vision clouded. Skull cracked open in two. Then it went black... and just like that. I died... again.