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The night grew colder as Aaron followed the next path, wind sneaking into his collar and clouds overtaking the moon. Though the thickening darkness wouldn’t have been an obstacle to him normally, he was glad he had the foresight to keep up his spell; as he’d predicted, the instructions along this path were not nearly as obvious as the ones before, and he would have missed the inscriptions hiding in the wilderness had he relied on his regular sight alone. Varis stayed quiet the whole way, apparently having lost the energy to complain, and soon enough the two arrived at a dead end in their roundabout path without incident. 

Two massive trees blocked their way, each with a metal door melted into them, as if they had grown up around them for centuries. Aaron nearly sighed, exasperated; plant magic, Salem would probably get a kick out of that. The doors were identical, bearing an unmarked keyhole and handle each, and a sign stood between them. 

[color=f0d705]“We’ve come to a dead end, Master,”[/color] Aaron informed Varis. [color=f0d705]“Before us are two unusually large trees with metal doors set into them, each with a keyhole and handle. A sign between them reads: [i]Now it comes time to choose which lock responds to that you picked. If red is your belief, valiant but weak, Left is right, right is wrong, right is right, and left is left. If blue is your morale, slow but steady true, choose opposite above and make your final do. But warning if you chose the opposite of true then suffer with the consequences so be wary what you will. But a final word of warning: That which turns cannot too touch til victor claims the spoils.”[/i][/color]

Aaron read the sign slowly, reading it over a few more times silently when he was done. As he moved to get a better look at the doors, his foot met something on the ground; it was a little mound of dirt, freshly disturbed and sharply contrasting the otherwise abundant undergrowth. He looked at it curiously for a moment before noticing another, and several others after that. 

[color=f0d705]“There are also several spots of ground nearby that look freshly dug up,”[/color] he added dutifully, eyeing the nearest one. Varis would feel his body move as he brushed one of the mounds aside with his foot. The dirt moved easily, but revealed nothing; sure enough, it wasn’t just a pile of dirt, but a filled-in hole. Given the sign’s final clue, he assumed something was buried in one of them, but he’d have to use his hands to find out. 

[color=f0d705]“Master, may I please put you down for a moment?”[/color] he asked, anxious to investigate. [color=f0d705]“The ground here is a little grown-in, but level, save for these mounds of dirt. There shouldn’t be much risk of you tripping.”[/color]
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