Jessy was still holding Rufus in place when Clara—ever the voice of reason—pointed at the sign.
"Those can't be the only rules," she said. "There's more parchment under it."
Raven stepped forward, squinting at the curling, slimy sheet.
"…Huh. Yep. There's more. Let's see—"
As they all turned to the parchment, they realized it looked like it had been written by someone who was halfway drunk and halfway trying to seduce the reader.
Jessy read the next rule aloud, her brows furrowing deeper with every word.
"Rule number three… 'If you wake the dead, you may… enjoy three sessions of intimate questioning.'"
There was a pause. Everyone looked at Raven.
After all, he was the one who brought them here, and he was the one who had all the knowledge of the plot.
Raven didn't disappoint them as he shrugged. "Means you can ask them three questions about the labyrinth."
"'Sessions of intimate questioning' means that?" Clara asked, skeptical.
