[color=fff200]“Most certainly that is the fitting end for them.”[/color] Agreeing with the notion that those creatures are better destroyed, Marcelin skipped forward, bending over to pick up the smaller core from the book mimic. He would bring it up and hold it against the light of the torch in his hand. [color=fff200]“Mmmm… curious, so this is all they are about in the end.”[/color] The storyteller threw it in the air, grabbing it as soon as it started to make its descent. [color=fff200]“Maybe some little bauble can be made out of it.”[/color] He secured it inside a small coin pouch at his waist.

From there, he began walking back to the pillar he had first examined, looking at the buttons. Now that they were out of immediate danger, perhaps it would be good to figure them out. [color=fff200]“Well… we were assigned to clear the first floor. Would be less than optimal if our job here were shoddy and rushed. It could very well damage your fine reputation and besmirch this wondrous tale, yes, yes?”[/color] He added, while elbowing one of the wooden buttons.