Torvald and Blunderbuss grow impatient and pry up the tiles with the images of men shaking hands and the rigid man. Clint is able to see that there is nothing under the tiles but they look as if they were purposefully constructed to be picked up and moved. The backs of the tiles are blank. The rogue reminds the strongmen to be careful with the tiles which they currently have suspended over their head.
Reciting the poem out loud, Banjo starts to eye the chamber to the north.
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