Rufus
Rufus picked up the last of the loot; the jewel-encrusted ring had the standard heft.
The remains the last raucous encounter lay scattered throughout the dungeon floor.
"I ... I just don't understand how this keeps happening," he said to himself, as he waded North.
The smell of old, buried blood slowly filtered into his nostrils as he neared the door.
Kneeling down, Rufus reached out to the body closest to the door.
"Goodbye, Alice," whispered Rufus," as he closed her eyes and crossed her arms on her chest.
After a quick prayer, Rufus slowly got up and quietly opened the door.
Stygian darkness filled the passageway.
"Man, I hate this stuff," thought Rufus as he eased his way into the darkness.
The nearly-silent hint of skittering in the quiet, sticky darkness picked up his steps.
Nearing the end of the hallway, Rufus could feel wind.
"I'm so confused," thought Rufus, as he stopped abruptly. "Was this the ..."
Catching himself from falling, Rufus fell backwards back into the hall.
The loud CHINK where he had just stood gently reminded him of the reason for caution.
"Waa!," cried out Rufus, as he ducked, narrowly missing the axe blade.
Wet, heavy breathing alerted Rufus to weave gently away from the wind.
Ducking and rolling, Rufus maneuvered closer to the opening and leapt!
"I think that was the quietest I've ever landed!" thought Rufus as he sprinted into darkness.
The hill ate his silent footfalls as the sound of a frustrated blade hit the wall.