Exotica's Healing Hands

"Your Highness!" Mary the Chambermaid exclaimed "Truly you are a benevolent mistress! I will allow myself healing at your hands, if only for the chance to one day sacrifice my life for your sake!!"

"Now, now." Exotica said, gently rubbing the medicinal herbs into Mary's tender, wounded flesh. "Save your strength by not speaking as much, my dear, I implore you."

"Yes, mistress." Mary breathed.

Soon the bag of medicinal herb was expired, and Mary looked as healthy and fresh as a newborn. Returning to Arahim's chamber, Exotica procured for her a Cloak of Rags. "It offers scant protection but is still better than prancing about in the nude." Exotica explained. Thereafter the pair ventured forth down the corridor until they arrived in a massive chamber of utter and unadulterated horror. Mutilated bodies hung from the ceiling in chains, most dead but some still alive and groaning in pain, though too high up for Exotica to offer them comfort. She swore that she would save them by restoring the castle to normal by defeating the vile demon.

In any case, passage through the chamber was inhibited by a massive pit studded at the bottom with murderous spikes, blocking the way to the door at the other end. But three massive, bloodied guillotines swung over the pit, back and forth like a pendulum. Exotica estimated that the distance between each guillotine could be covered in a single mighty leap - and yet the cost of failure in this case would be great indeed.

1. Exotica attempts the dangerous crossing.
2. Exotica eschews such a suicidal gamble, and returns to try the other passage.
3. Exotica thinks of another way.

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