Not That I'm Volunteering to Check

Having gone down the dry well, we travel along its tunnel until we reach the end. Or an end, I suppose, and one that may turn us back, as a grate blocks our way and we're not really a party built on strength.

Never the less, we probably ought to try to get through the grate. Nerrick, being at the front, and with no room to manoeuvre in the tunnel, is the obvious choice to burst through the grate.

Our halfling heaves at the grate, and nothing happens. Undeterred, he heaves again at the grate, this time moving it a little. Spurred on, Nerrick gives it everything he's got, and heaves once more. 'Finally, you hear a twang!'

'Has he given himself a hernia?'

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