The mountains behind the village were massive walls of stone and snow. Somewhere inside them was the cave Naomi had taken Lake to.
The climb lasted hours.
Cold wind. Loose rocks. Narrow ledges.
Eventually, near the top of a ridge, you saw a glowing cave entrance carved into the side of the mountain.
Inside, dim magical light flickered.
You rushed in.
And there he was.
Lake.
Naomi had left him strapped to a bizarre magical contraption that looked like a giant spinning cheese wheel, chained with glowing purple bindings. The cursed suit Naomi forced onto him was back, though he had thrown a cloak over himself to hide it.
When he saw you, he shouted immediately.
"ABOUT TIME!"
Noah disabled the runes holding the wheel in place while Oliver cut the chains.
The moment the magic broke, Lake stumbled off the wheel.
He looked down at himself.
"This stupid, cursed suit again," he groaned.
Then he noticed Oliver.
Wearing his pink pimp suit.
Lake pointed.
"Why are you wearing my clothes?!"
Oliver smirked.
"You weren't using them."
Lake looked like he might throw something.