Scales are easy. Thermal sensing pits are unfortunately not. And then it vanishes, leaving behind a single, jewelled snake eye the size of a pomegranate behind.

A moment after that, the doors they walked through to get into this room open, as well as another, less obtrusive door across the room from them.

"Are you guys still... fucked up, or do you wanna press on?"

"Need a minute, or five," Chris says, panting and sitting on the floor.

"What was that. What was that." He hugs himself. "It was, it, it felt so—"

"Yeah. I know." She shivers.

"It was like—like there was something everywhere I looked—only there wasn't and I knew there wasn't—but my brain was convinced there was, like—"

"Like my shadow was about to become a monster or something—"

"Yeah! Or, or, or like—I don't know—I was just shitting my pants I was so scared."

"Why did it skip me??"

"Fucked if I know, man, I'm just. I think I need five, too." He sits on the floor, legs crossed, and leans into his hands, trying to control his breathing. "There wasn't even anything scary, it was just like—like I was being made to feel scared, of nothing at all."

"Very jealous of you right now," Chris says to Elisabel. "Fuck you're so lucky."

"Definitely feeling that right now, yeah."

"Is there a, like, chest somewhere, I didn't check, I mean there must be, right...?"

"I'll look." Since they don't seem in any condition.

Yeah, right by the other, unobtrusive door. Inside it, there's a suit of enchanted chainmail, some golden coins, a sapphire the size of a chicken egg, a red mana crystal half the size of a fist, and a spell scroll.

"The loot is way shiny," she reports, hefting the sapphire. "Mana crystal will keep me going through the next room, most likely, but if you two want to head back we can."

"Whyyyyy is there a next room, this should be the end," Chris whines, lifting her head up to look.

...then she squints. "You're pulling our leg."

Tom looks in the same direction and huffs out a laugh.

"No, there's a door there." Is there like a rock or something on the ground she can huck at it.

Yeah she can do that. Rock goes through open door just fine.

She blinks. "Uhhhhh."

"Is this place still messing with our heads. And still not messing with yours. What the fuck."

"Inveighs against going on to the next room, I guess."

"No, I refuse to be messed with, this is stupid." He gets to his feet and strides in the rough direction of where he thinks the door should be. "Why is the dungeon psychic, this is stupid, so unaesthetic," he mutters to himself as he does. When he reaches the approximately correct location, between some trees, he starts trying to feel his way to the door and then steps through.

And immediately steps back out. "Augh that was awful."

"Did it... fear-effect you again?"