The man accepts these terms and smiles tearfully as he leaves and thanks
you, ruffling the hair...? fur? on your head. The darkness enshrouds you further as
you accept that you've taken his place. You could wander further to find the treasure, but something
tells me that's not what you're really after. Still, you feel fulfilled. You hear footsteps, someone who's fallen
into the same trapdoor. But you know you must guide them as the man guided you. You
are at a sort of peace with this new duty... Your loyalty served you well.
You feel... Different, somehow.
Your form... Your body... Your shape...
At heart...
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