Elise enters the yellow door

A blast of wind catches Elise by surprise, shooting up at her from underneath. Luckily she isn't wearing a skirt, or it could have been pretty embarrassing. Little puffs of fluff, like dandelion heads, float in the air around her. She figures this must be the air-themed part of the dungeon.

A tiny pixie in a dress made from an autumn leaf flits through the air ahead of her, poking its tongue out at her. Elise growls and waves her sword in its general direction. One pixie isn't too much trouble, but it doesn't hurt to be extra careful.

She grins in satisfaction and sheathes her sword as the little creature disappears into a hole, wishing there was someone around to see how cool she looked doing it. After all, she thinks, there's nothing more badass and impressive than being a paladin of Etherial. She pats at her neck where a dandelion puff has brushed against her bare skin, shrugs, and rounds the corner into the next room.

In the room's centre, a gaping bottomless pit. In the centre of the pit, a floating platform. On the platform, a pedestal of white stone. On top of the pedestal, a golden key, clearly visible even from a distance. On the other side of the room, a door, locked, with a conspicuous golden padlock. A few pixies fluttering around the stalactites in the ceiling. Elise sizes it all up. There's even a rope bridge leading across the pit towards the platform. It's pretty clear what she has to do.

But as she looks at the bridge, she notices it doesn't seem very strong. The ropes are fraying, and there's more than a few missing planks. Maybe a rogue could slip across it without worrying, but she's a strong woman, and her chainmail is weighing her down even more. If she's going to get across, she needs to weigh as little as possible.

There's one obvious solution. After all, it would only be for a second.