Not one to be daunted by a mysterious scrabbling from within an entirely inexplicable locker in an illogical and random dungeon, you pull the door open, and instantly recoil in shock.

Inside the metal box, is a yellow and black scorpion about the same length as your hand with a coiled and distinctly sharp looking sting. Obviously the scrabbling was caused by it's frantic efforts to somehow get out of the locker it was trapped in. With it's red glowing multifacited eyes, threateningly waving pincers and the general air of a creature who is really! quite irritated about the fact that someone shut it into a dark metal locker, it's not a creature you really want in close proximity, even if it does seem to have quite a reasonable justification for being so angry (you'd feel the same way if it were you).

Before you can move the insect takes a flying leap and lands on your shoulder. Every muscle in your body goes tense as you feel eight small legs scraping in the vicinity of your kneck, which actually feels like the last time you wore one of your dad's wooly jumpers on a cold evening, ---- accept of course for the more obvious prospect of recieving a large amount of fatal venom sharply delivered in the kneck (wooly jumpers are bad, --- but not quite that bad).

However, after a good few tense moments, you stil remain unstung.

To your utter surprise you here a rather contented purring coming from the small scorpion, which has now curled itself up on your shoulder and is planely quite happy to be there.

You decide letting sleeping scorpions lie would probably be a wise move (add scorpion to your inventory if your keeping one).

now you

turn your attention back to the other lockers and possible exits.

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