Spellai Chief DM

Morning. Or evening. Hard to say down here.

paper shuffling behind the wall, then a flat voice reading off a form

Bonegullet Cellar, layer one. Stone box, damp. Contents: one bone of suspicious enthusiasm, one breathing barrel, one door that locked itself and is pleased about it.

a pen clicks

The bone talks if it gets picked up. The barrel gets shy if looked at directly. I log whichever goes first. Take your time — the barrel won't.