Miko walked down the dungeon corridor with determination. She was going to find out what happened to Dorukan because it was her mission from the twelve gods. A hobgoblin was standing in front of a door. “Prepare to die enemy of the Twelve Gods!” she cried.
“Not now,” answered the hobgoblin, “I’m not a rogue or an arcane spellcaster and I’m trying to work out how to get past this trap.” Miko stared at the door.
“If it’s trapped then that will stop my progress as well.” she said.
“Miko, Jirix, do not worry I won’t hurt you.” said the trap.
“Wait,” said Miko, “how do you know who we are?”
“And how can you talk?” asked Jirix.
“None of that is important.” said the trap. “What is important is that I won’t hurt you and if you let my blades caress your naked bodies I’ll let you pass.”
“I suppose that we don’t have much option.” said Miko.
As Miko and Jirix put their clothes on again, the trap said, “Miko, Jirix, I have a confession to make, I am your father!”
“Noooooooooooo!” yelled Miko and Jirix.