Little does Deekin know that the street magician has been terribly mistaken in chanting his spell. Our mighty hero sees only a flash of light and then... blackness.

He awakes to slime dripping on his head and a distant thrum that resounds deep in his chest. The air is thick with a greenish, swirling fog that smells of spoiled fish and dank cellars. Bizarre shapes and disturbing designs creep up the walls and over the polished floors of this alien cavern. Deekin squeaks aloud before covering his mouth and grabbing a nearby torch in hopes of finding a way out of this terrible place.

"Deekin wonders if that pretty curly thing is for frying the fishes I smells... mmmm fishes."

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