You all begin to pull up the platform, slowly lifting the heavy load up the shaft. About halfway up, it comes to a shuddering halt as you hear a watery thrashing below. You all strain with effort, tired and trembling. Just barely, you all manage to keep the elevator from getting dragged back down; finally, after half a dozen tense minutes, the opposing force relents.
You finally find yourselves back out in the late afternoon sunlight. The light snow and cool breeze make the entire dank experience seem like a dream. Kile shruggs off the helping hands for a moment and grins, blinking in the sun.
You finally find yourselves back out in the late afternoon sunlight. The light snow and cool breeze make the entire dank experience seem like a dream. Kile shruggs off the helping hands for a moment and grins, blinking in the sun.
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