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[ The damp suits him. He wakes up in this room for what may not be the first time. Time has become disorienting. He sits up, taking a deep breath that centers him and stokes his stubbornness, before he pushes onto his feet. He goes to the door to read the note in the gloom. His glasses are round and antique. ]

"Freedom is hot."

[ Why are they playing a ridiculous puzzle game? He frowns and turns his attention to the other member of the group, ]

You. Get up and search.

[ He looks at the cup with a sneer. By now it will have become obvious to his companion that Sokta is not the most pleasant creature. Otherwise, however, he is remarkably calm under pressure. ]

Do you remember anything worth weeping over?

[ Because he sure doesn't. ]

[ He sighs. What is this game that is being played with them? It only takes him a few moments of consideration before he calls, ]

You should go. I will be fine.

[ Despite his rudeness, it appears that there is a bit of goodness in there too. ]

[ He does not react to the judgment and insults, and when he notices anyone else reacting his advice is: ]

Ignore it. It is only idle chatter.

[ He is more interested in what has happened to this place... Like two worlds have been smashed together. ]

This place is very strange.

I did alternating rooms, you can pick a challenge in one of the off rooms. I'm happy to roll with it.