Eventually, the search was organized and they headed out to find where their missing Misala had ended up, perhaps getting a good look at the city as they did so. Small discussions popped up amidst the group as they travelled, heading unconsciously towards the centre of the city, and the palace. An often recurring topic was that of an odd dream someone had experienced the previous night, often with others chiming in about a similar dream. Finally, with the group stopped, a poll was taken to reveal that not only had they all had similar dreams, but that their dream had been [i]the same[/i]. It came as no surprise then, that the group had been following the paths set in their sleep.

The further they progressed, the bodies kept piling higher and higher, as if to show the defender's last stand. This was not the palace, but towards the great dome which stood untouched, traces of gold leaf shining through grime. Recalling the dream, Ru idly wondered whether the defenders had been trying to keep whatever was locked up locked up, or to keep it free? The dream had a malicious feel to it, as though whatever had been - was still locked up in there was meant to stay there. 

As the dream had led them all there, it was hardly a surprise when Ru entered the Dome and saw Misala. Ru threw his arms up in an exaggerated motion, scoffing at the sight. [color=0054a6][b]"You know, it would have been nice to leave a note or something, rather than just disappearing like that. We--err, some of us...were....worried."[/b][/color] At his words, Misala turned to look briefly at the group. Her face, rather than maintaining a cool, calm mask, looked cracked, lines of worry snaking their way across her forehead, and an intense look in her eyes. Ru's voice trailed off after seeing the state Misala was in. Her uncertainty scared him more than any of the whispers she pointed out, more than whatever was locked behind that door. There was a lot more at work here than Ru could see, and he didn't like that. Contrary to popular belief, what one does not know is often what gets one killed. Ru had the feeling that if he stayed here too long, those unknown things would come out looking for fresh prey. Unfortunately, Misala seemed intent on copying stone markings, as opposed to staying alive. [color=0054a6][b]"Well, hurry up with your copying so we can get out of this place."[/b][/color]

For lack of anything better to do, Ru gave the room a walk around, then, considering Misala was still writing, walked it a few more times. Always he kept being drawn to the locks in the center of the room. Ru could remember opening them in the dream. The precise mechanics of how it was done was a tad fuzzy, but locks were something Ru was familiar with. [i]I bet I could open them.[/i] he thought [i]after all, locks are [/i]meant[i] to be opened.....[/i] He caught himself, hand hovering over a large metal lock, interlaced between chains. The whispers seemed more prominent in Ru's head, though he couldn't quite tell what they were saying. [color=0054a6][b]"I wonder what's behind that door....?"[/b][/color]He lowered his hand, letting the question hang in the air.