"Ah, where are we?" asked the dizzy matriarch as she came to.
"Somewhere... Wake the woman beside you. Till then, why don't you..." the Seer said as he struggled to his feet, inspecting their surroundings.
The poison from the darts had worn off, and they found themselves sprawled near an ancient altar in a vast underground chamber. Crumbling ruins and floating platforms surrounded them, seemingly frozen in suspended animation, creating an odd yet serene atmosphere.
"Wake up!" the matriarch shouted, shaking the tour guide vigorously in an attempt to rouse her from her unconscious state.
"Leave me alone... I want to sleep," came the tour guide's groggy response, prompting a surge of frustration from the Seer.
The Seer barely resisted drawing his sword.
*SLap*
"Wake the hell up!" she bellowed, delivering a sharp slap to the guide's cheek. The sound reverberated through the empty ruins, followed by the ominous noise of crumbling rocks in the darkness.
