Trevor stood in front of a white marble door with a lit torch in his left hand. The entrance to the crypt was made entirely of this precious stone and adorned with carvings mermaids, for whatever reason. It was something he could care less about and instead of wasting time looking at them, he took the brass key and put it in the lock. With a soft clicking sound he unlocked the door. As he carefully pushed it open his nose wrinkled in disgust. The smell of the Liadors came greeting him even before he set one foot inside. He drew his sword and went inside.
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