It was a busy day in Rogueport; people were coming in from exotic locations, shady dealings on in the alleyways, adventures just around the corner... Yet it was probably one of the most boring for one certain goomba archaeologist.
"Well, this sucks." Walking around Frankley's room, Goombella sighed. "Why am I stuck looking after the lab for the day? Hasn't the dude heard of locks?" Deciding it'd be better to look through a few books rather than just mope and complain, she snatches one out, and flicks through the pages. "Lesse here... Legend of a Giant Cockroach... Tale of the Sinister Muffin People... Man, where do all these legends derive from?" Slamming the book shut, she went back to complaining to herself. Loudly.
Until she felt something... Like a gust of wind. Not knowing from where, she started to sleuth around, until she noticed that one of the floorboards in the single room house was loose. Lifting it open with her mouth, she spied a small staircase, leading into a dark abyss. "... Well, that's something you don't see everyday." Guessing that technically she'd still be in the house if she went down, she... Well, strode down the gothic looking stairs. Turning on her torch, she realized she was in a strange catacomb system; the small pipe-like corridor she was in broke off into half a dozen more paths. Deciding to trust her luck, she ran down the one in front of her.
After an hour of so of rushing aimlessly down a long, dank corridor, she caught her breath... JUST as she notices a far off glow at the end of the tunnel. Deciding to investigate, she got closer... And saw a small opening to a room filled with light, just big enough for her to get through. Deciding that she was more than capable of defending herself incase anything was on the other side, she snuck in, only to find herself in a large, golden shrine.
"Wow, this stuff'll be a great find for me! Wait 'till the college hears about this!" Yet she turns around and quickly notices the entry way is gone. ".. Crud." She decided to explore the place a bit, trying to work out where exactly she was.
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