Adam's brow rose slightly.
He didn't answer right away, instead letting the silence stretch as he considered the offer.
"Can they be taken out to the next floor?"
Xel'Shaar shook his head slowly, the glowing red-violet lights of his eyes dimming slightly with the motion.
"No. They are bound to this floor's authority. Their power will fade beyond it."
Adam clicked his tongue quietly.
He suddenly fell into deep thought as he thought of something.
"Is there an artifact that can temporarily alter one's luck… or grant a blessing of fortune?"
The question hung in the air like smoke.
Xel'Shaar paused, the faint glow within his hollow eyes flickering.
He considered for a moment as he tried to recall of one...
"Yes, there is one... near exit of the catacombs..."
When he suddenly felt a small tug at his sleeve.
He looked down.
It was Leila.
Her hand trembled faintly, but her grip held.
