"Oooooh, way to go, Sofers! That's our sharp-eyed shooty-babe for ya! That hidden place didn't stand a chance, maa-haa-haa~!" Brandy praised Sofia energetically, bounding over to the center of the room to join her two friends. Interestingly, Alice was the first one down the flight of stairs, which would give Brandy extra motivation not to fall behind! In a mad dash, as if someone had lit a fire under her plump butt, the satyress barreled down the stairs as well.

... And promtply kept going once down ...

She ran ahead, without a throught or fear for the possibhlity of enemies, traps, crumbling architecture or all of the above at once. It seemed the adventuring spirit had taken over and the excitable farm-girl was so focused on the endless possibilites of what could lie ahead that all rhyme and reason had been thrown to the wind. Not that that was particularly unusual for this lass though.

For Alice and Sofia, who weren't all gu8ng-ho and running at full speed intot the darkness of an extremely suspiscious crypt hidden under a very modest cemeteray, they'd pick up on some more details than Brandy. For one, there were brass fixtures on the left side of the walls down here, with small tallow candles - unlit, of course - but nontheless present. Also, despite it being underground and in a seemingly sealed-off area, the air down here was actually better than the one up in the tiny mausoleum. Also, there was nowhere near as much dust down here as above. This all pointed towards a single conclusion! ... Which was... uh... Beyond Brandy's ability to guess, but the two other girls would surely figure it ou-

[b][i]BONK!![/i][/b]

"[b]Owie![/b]" A loud, wooden sound echoed from deeper ahead, followed by Brandy's plaintive voice.

The tanned satyress had run straight on into a large, vaulted door, made of sturdy wood with a big, iron ring as a handle on it. She was now sitting on her as-aforementioned-plump buttocks, rubbing her forehead. How anyone could lack the perception to avoid running head-first into a door was a mystery, but let's not dwell on that too mch for now. Mumbling curses and swears under her breah, Brandy stood up and glared at the door, as if it'd done something horribly wrong.

"Stupid thing, comin' outa nowhere when it's dark! Who puts a big old door like this in the middle of a hallway anyway? Hmph!" Brandy puffed her cheeks out and kicked at the door, missing obviously, but seeming to be unphased by that tidbit.

"[b][b]Hey! Al! Sofers! I found a door! I betcha the bad guys're in here![/b][/b]" ... With no concern or tact for things like subtlety and stealth, Brandy called out for her two allies to come join her. Then again, given her previous physical intimacy with said door, whoever was on the other side was probably already aware of their presence.