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  Instead of coming through the meadow like you had hoped, you find yourself in an undignified heap on the floor of a dark room lit by three torches. Sitting up slowly, you flex your bruised shoulder and look around. A bit of a mistake.
  You immediately shield your eyes with your arm, wincing at the sudden reflected light. Opening your left eye slightly, you glance around for the source of your surprise. Then your arm and jaw drop simultaniously as you realize that the glow comes from the room itself.
  Winking and sparkling at you are the beautiful green walls, smooth and yet, rather bumpy at the same time. Curious, you carefully approach one as your eyes adjust to the strange light. Running your hands down the surface, you pull them away a second later. They're cold! As if the walls were made of stone. Gingerly touching them again, you pause as your gaze rests on something in the front wall.
  Stepping in front of it, you find an inscription in a language you cannot understand.

Mid Ayola Tejah kej rhou paca
orish nuar mid doblani ra masim, quano, et Alana'Kreeach.
Mid mahli ty mid kreeach ai victe theris tejah.
Mye bocai arati mye ivi via uki.
Vergree fetti slyki victe theris mahli. Arati thewam. Et  arati myese.

  You trace the words with your fingers a few times before backing away from the wall, afraid that something might happen if you are nearer to the words than you are. Thinking them through, you jump visibly at a high, trilling sound. Heart racing, you whirl around and come face to face with a bird. Or what seems to be a bird.

  Staring at the creature, you cring back as it hops closer to you and chirps. It cocks its head to one side, hops back and chirps again. Then you gasp as you hear it speak in a trilling voice.

  <Ze ve Triankas. Unda vi zef?>

  You stand there a moment, gaping. Your mind whirls into action as you digest what the bird-creature just said. Hoping that it has told you it's name, you open your mouth to speak.

  "Triankas? Is that your name?" you ask tenatively, shaking a bit. The little bird-thing hops up and down, nodding furiously. Then, not waiting for a reply, it bounds away into the darkness, down a corridor you had not noticed before. Looking around, you can see that there are several corridors leading away from the room, all lit by small torches. Bewildered, you just stand there, wondering which way to go.
 

  Trying each door, you find them purposefully sealed; the grey mortar dry around each. Upon closer inspection of the fourth door, you find that the mortar around the edge has cracked a bit. Pushing as hard as you can, you can feel it give the slightest little bit, but not enough to open; let alone let anything through.
  Sighing, you turn again to the north side of the room and are surprised to see a fifth door in the wall, next to the strange inscription you looked at earlier.

   Looking closely at the new door, you find the edges free of mortar and the handle worn from use. This seems to be the only way to go. Triankas has long since disappeared, and all of the other passages are sealed. Taking a deep breath, you slowly push open the door.........