"Are you a fan of… death?"
It was an old, raspy voice that seemed to come from an old man. The voice didn't make me jump in the slightest but I did take a relaxed fighting stance and kept my guard up.
"Where are you? If you wanted to kill me then you should've taken the chance where I wasn't paying attention," I say.
"... How could I ever do that. Plus I'm trapped behind these glass walls," the raspy voice says.
"Glass... walls? I don't understand,"
I slowly back towards the entrance of the treasure room. I wasn't in the greatest of shape and I don't even have my sword. The last resort that I had to use was the hand-to-hand combat that I mastered before trying out the longsword.
"Where are you going…? I won't harm you, I'm just a helpless grey orb,"
