Tristan slowly close the doors with the golden handles. He released a shaking breathe of relief. He took a step back and walked into Trix, who was petrified by the sight in front of her. "Are they real," she whispered at the jewels of many shapes sizes and colors. Tristan followed her gaze and gulped. "I knew this was a bad idea," he grumbled, turning around to check if the ogres were gone. He leaned closer to the door and peered through the cracks. The ogres were now sitting down, it appears that they were building a fire. No doubt to cook them on. "We are gonna be here for a while," he stated stepping away from the door. "Don't touch that," he yelled as Trix's fingers hovered over a spade shaped necklace. "Are you bloody mad," he said angrily marching towards her. "It could be cursed," he continued, brushing her hand away from it. "Chill, dude its just a necklace," she retorted backing away from hi
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