"Aldred, you sure want to go in there?" Mira asked. "I feel a terrible aura is oozing out of that ruined temple."
"That's the aura of death. And if we don't go, how can we proceed further?"
Bartrem frowned as he stared at the temple. "I feel what Mira is saying. Whenever I look at the dark entrance, I feel I shouldn't go there."
"We have entered a lot of places we should not have entered. Are we going to step back now? After all we have been through?"
They all looked at each other in thought.
"Sorry, Aldred. It's just some short hesitation," Bartrem said.
"Having hesitation is normal. It makes us think. It makes us prepare and plan for what is ahead."
"What about the dragons? Should we bring them in the dungeon?" Bartrem asked.
Wena and Zara stood side by side, waiting for the answer.
"Well, the dragons are huge. I don't think they can fit in the ruined temple."
Mary sighed. "I am sick of dark, smelly, underground dungeon!"
Suddenly, the ruined temple shook.