There was no way he could have
prepared for this. Not even if the stone mirror had done its intended
job. Garak knew he shouldn't have trusted that shady fence. Even with
his in depth knowledge of stonework, it was impossible to determine
the magical of properties of the item. If only he had the extra coin
to spare for a mage to appraise it beforehand. Oh well. Nothing he
could do now, and there was no point in lingering upon the idea any
longer. Especially when there were cavern guards just around the
corner.
Each clanging step brought forth a
shiver up Garak's spine. If he didn't move soon he would be spotted.
There had to be a way out of this alcove without being detected. He
looked around the area for a weak point in the stones surrounding
him. It was unlikely he would find anything considering the dwarven
masterwork of this area's architecture. Dwarves knew stone better
than any other race, and were also known for creating impenetrable
walls.
He felt around the wall with his bare
hand. The best way to test for inconsistencies was to use the hide of
one's skin. All dwarves knew this method, even those who weren't
masons.
As Garak grazed his hand across the
alcove wall's surface, he felt a sudden draft in one of the bricks.
It was as if the brick actually wasn't there. His hand slid through
the cracks and on the other side was a lever. He pulled it and the
well crafted wall slid open. Garak Stoneswift quickly leaped through
the archway and landed on the other side. The brick wall closing
behind him.
This room was dank and smelled of
over-aged mead. Not that Garak minded because he really felt like
drinking a good pint of mead right now, a little something to shrug
off the insomnia of planning an escape route. He looked into the
stone mirror he held in his palm. It was suppose to reflect what
someone truly desired the most, but it had been doing the exact
opposite, bringing him closer to danger than any thief would wish
for. Taking one last look into the devil contraption he saw all he
needed to see and chucked the stone mirror on the ground. It
shattered into little pieces, relieving some of Garak's anguish.
“Next time I see dat' bastard, I'm
gonna kill em'.” He spat on the shatter mirror and rubbed his foot
upon them.
He spun around to look behind him, but
there was nowhere to go. Just like before he was trapped in a small
enclosed space, and couldn't find a single door. “I really need to
stop cornering myself.” He shook his head in disbelief and
proceeded to search the room.
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