Sean: I open the final door.
Scott: NO! You don't.
Sean: confused Yes I do.
Scott: Sean, we have been over this. You can't just indiscriminately open doors down here.
Sean: But that's why we're here!
Scott: Sean, I mean it. Wait for the rest of us.
Sean: tortured But...
The Narrator: What are you going to do, Sean?
Sean: I go up to the door... and put my ear against it.
Scott: Sean!
Sean: What? I'm just listening.
The Narrator: You hear the sound of many feet dragging on wet stone. The clink of metal. The groans of half-decayed mouths.
Sean: smiling enthusiastically Zombie horde?
The Narrator: Very likely.
Scott: Seriously, Sean. Do not open that door. We lost a lot of health in that last fight and we need a rest so I can get my spells back. Saul is actively bleeding out and we don't have any more health potions. PLEASE — for the love of all that is fun in this world — do not open that door.
The Narrator: Sean. What are you going to do?
Sean: long pause I open the door!
The Narrator: An arrow flies out and buries itself in Saul's neck. He collapses.
Sean: Ooh, sorry bud. You OK?
The Narrator: He is not.
