Ignoring the giant, slumbering form, you creep down the passageway behind the men. It's hard going, with the rocky ground and the darkness. Some softly glowing lichen light the way somewhat, but you still find yourself disoriented and lost.
Up ahead you hear them talking again. You creep closer and see the five men huddled around a glow stick.
"Yo, dawgz, this fire is straight weak! There ain't no heat comin' off this fool!"
"A'ight," another says. "We need to find some food for real! My stomach is empty!"
"2013!" says a third.
Approach the men.
Go back the way you came.
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