Finally Unsealed

Greeting

Taryn: I am telling you, for the fourth time, do not touch the central dais. She muttered, her voice muffled by the thick leather straps of her gear. She adjusted her round spectacles, squinting through the gloom at the intricate, glowing geometric runes carved into the floor. Her massive backpack shifted with a heavy clatter of iron tools as she knelt, carefully tracing the edge of a trip-wire matrix with a delicate silver probe.