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Screams echoed down the stone hallway, bouncing off the moss covered walls. Kira shivered and pressed closer to Ser Veras. He didn't even seem to notice striding powerfully toward their destination. After what seemed like hours, Kira couldn't tell in the damp dungeons, they finally stopped in front of a wooden door. She didn't notice it at first, but the door had no keyhole or handle. It was spelled shut.
Veras cursed under his breath and placed a hand on the door, searching for the key spell.
"Ver?" she hesitantly tapped his shoulder. "Is everything okay?"
he shook his head. "Some kind of lock spell. I don't have the key to it."
"What're we going to do then? We can't just leave her!" Her eyes opened why and she started scanning furiously around her, for some clue.
Veras placed a hand on her firmly. "It's okay, there's more than one way to get in."
She beamed and hugged him. He gently pushed her away.
"Step back, i need to concentrate."
She willingly obeyed. He leaned against the door, feeling the spell. He slipped into the Stream, thousands of symbols whispered in flurries around him. Kira couldn't see the Stream, but she knew that he was doing magick and stayed back.
Gotcha! He smiled triumphantly pulling out symbols and weaving the appropriate patterns. The door hummed and the lock spell melted away. The door sprang open revealing a small trembling figure in a pile of dirty straw.