Anders slowly walked over to the undulating green columns that encircled the hovering, still-spinning rock. Holding his lantern high, he stepped carefully around the perimeter of the greenish shield.
From the far side of the column, he yelled back to Freida and Paign, “Have you considered what this means? This…this is not that far beyond where we stopped last time to eat our lunch. But obviously, this—thing—wasn’t here then. It is some sort of cage—like a trap, I gather.” Stepping around from the back rim of the glow, he looked intently at Paign and Freida, his eyes hard and cold. “Unless I am missing something, this cage was meant for us!”
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