Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-27600777-20170829080349/@comment-27600777-20171010231156

Fadestep shook her head clear of the bad memories. The exit welcomed her.

The next puzzle was a large tree with no leaves. She took a closer look.

And took a step back. "Snakes."

For indeed, the bark and branches were writhing and moving, made out of snakes. Pythons, garden snakes, from every size.

"Why is it always snakes?"