When they turned to leave Solstafir tossed the fuzzball through the hole in the wall to rejoin the one he had kicked through the opening earlier. Whatever happened to things dropping off the edge of Solum, falling forever with no ground below to meet them? Well, the tiny creature would soon find out once it regained consciousness, though it probably lacked the mental faculty to understand its fate.

Once in the cobwebbed room he held a harpoon at the ready, eyeing the chest critically. "That has to be the most suspicious chest ever. Though it almost feels more like a sarcophagus."