"Yeah!", you say. "I want to know if you need anything and, uh, how the stonework is holding up! I'm definitely not spying on you clumsily or anything!"
7!*
She blinks, then says "Okay!" and leads you back along the hallway. At a seemingly nondescript point you'd already passed earlier, she stops and traces some kind of pattern on the wall with a finger; the wall reacts by foaming up and sort of slithering out of the way, leaving behind a doorway. Rítes looks at you and smirks before saying: "Your majesty's eyes are wide as medallions. Didn't you know about the magic doors?"
You both pass through the doorway, and you stand for a moment and take in the room on the other side. It is mostly empty and seems to be an antechamber, though no visible corridors spring from it; apart from the dim sconces, the only furnishings are a series of low chests spaced out against the walls. Rítes opens one and excitedly pulls out a strange, flexible metal rod and a strip of cloth, both of which she hands to you. "Here, try this out! Just rub the tip of the pole roughly with the pad, like you're trying to polish out a scuff. Then try to drop the pad!" You follow the instructions, though her giggling at the hand motions you make while doing so makes you a bit self-conscious. Then you drop the cloth bit, and — instead of reaching the ground, it drifts back toward the rod! "Don't let them touch!", Rítes calls out, "At least not until you're done." You swing the rod back over the cloth in the other direction, and it turns in midair and continues lazily following the tip. You are totally fascinated by this for several minutes, staring rapt as the cloth dances around, and you notice that the rod seems to pull on other things like your hair and clothes as well, though not as strongly. Suddenly, though, the little piece of cloth gets the better of you and manages to cling to the end of the rod, whereupon there's a flash of light and the cloth falls dead to the floor. Rítes picks it up and takes the pole from you, saying: "See, when the pad rubs against the pole, the pole steals something from the pad, and the pad wants it back. Once the two meet again, the pad is satisfied until someone rubs them together and starts the process over again."
As she packs them back in the chest, she continues, "But this is just a small trick, one of the little toys we keep here to entertain outsiders. Oh, but didn't you say something about the stonework? Is everything okay with that? The place isn't going to come down on our heads, I hope."
A) "Oh, yeah, the stonework's fine, can you show me around some more?"
B) "What? Uh, right, the stonework, uh... it's all terrible! We've got to get out of here right now, and I'll go alert the master masons!"
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