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	Jack froze in position, while holding his breath and expecting the undead to start exploding from their places of rest, while the words [i][b]be calm[/b][/i] swept through his mind, and Amber stopped to turn around and smile at Jack. The dead didn’t burst from their coffins. 

‘This is the crypt of Davious’s Armsmen’ said Amber, as if it was meant to men anything to Jack at all.  And it didn’t, he of course had never heard the name before, and he was far too busy feeling weird about the recent voice he heard in his head to worry about who was buried in the Crypt, or even the previous sense of apprehension he was feeling for the place.  

‘That’s fascinating,’ he replied sarcastically and looked down at his right foot, still keeping pressure on the tile that had turned on the lights, ‘But can you tell me if it’s safe to lift my foot off this without some booby trap killing us all?’ 

‘HAHA!’  Amber laughed, swinging her head with amusement at the thought. ‘You’re such a frightened child right now.’ 

‘I’m really not,’  said Jack, ‘I just don’t want to die.’ 

‘You can lift your foot,’  she told him with a playful slap to his arm. 

Jack lifted his foot and took a wide step to the side to avoid the tile. The chandeliers remained lit. He then turned his eyes to the Chilli on his shoulder, giving the creature a narrow glare, and said, ‘I guess that was you then, Nip?’