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[[Harry, Harmony, and Donald enter a round stone room with a stone column in the center and a rifle leaning on the wall]]
Harmony: What do you think the next puzzle will be?
Harry: Don't know. This room is small on the ground, but it seems to go up forever.

[[Harmony tries the door handle while Donald notices the rifle]]
Harmony: Door's locked. I don't suppose either of you brought a key...
Donald: Oh, this can't be good...

[[Donald studies the rifle as Harry hears skittering from above]]
Donald: It's a Quakish rifle!
Harmony: What the devil is that here for?

[[They all look up as the skittering fills the air and Donald hands the rifle to Harry]]
Donald: I don't know, but I think we ought to let our resident sniper handle this...