Talk:Sphinx/@comment-25095137-20140814014551/@comment-154.20.149.64-20140814042443

Any port in a storm. I don't want to be forced into being her husband, but it would be a far better outcome than being killed by that rabble. I dart inside past the Sphinx and turn around to see the heavy stone door close behind me becoming almost indistinguishable from the rest of the wall carvings. As the last rays of light from the outside fade plunging the interior into darkness, I could see an amused glint in her hazel eyes as a pleased and almost predatory smile crosses her lips.

Gulp...