As the words are spoken, they appeared on the wall in softly glowing letters, though nothing more happened. Skyrim-style there would obviously be a door ahead that did indeed require the numbers.
The sound of rushing water is constant now, the rectangles—books, yes—increasing in number. Not so surprising given that this is meant to be the way to a library. Carved-whales glide overhead on the ceiling now, while shark-drawings swim below, snapping with large triangular teeth.
Should you follow, the tunnel will rise and fall slightly for about 10 minutes before a door is reached. It is beautiful black heart-wood, with a space for four numbers. Oh I wonder what they could be?
The sound of rushing water is constant now, the rectangles—books, yes—increasing in number. Not so surprising given that this is meant to be the way to a library. Carved-whales glide overhead on the ceiling now, while shark-drawings swim below, snapping with large triangular teeth.
Should you follow, the tunnel will rise and fall slightly for about 10 minutes before a door is reached. It is beautiful black heart-wood, with a space for four numbers. Oh I wonder what they could be?
