Toy merchant

"Oh, I am Mr Toy, delivery man of toys to all those who order from my shop in oak town. Perhaps you have heard of me?"

Well, your name wasn't that creative and you thought your cover was blown straight away when both Rune knights shake their heads saying they had never heard of such a shop in oak town. Now you had to think quick on your feet replying.

"Oh well I am rather new to the business, the market is so competitive these days we toy makers have to big ourselves up, you know?"

As poor as an excuse as that seemed to you, the rune knights bought it, perhaps because in your moment of panic you seem to adapt the voice of your strange guild leader seeming to be quite an odd person in their eyes. Still happy with your reason, one of the rune knight asks who you are delivering to, again making you come with the poorest of ideas saying you are delivering a toy to an older lady who said she works in the back of the office for a birthday gift.

"Oh, you mean Mrs Lump the paycheck lady? She -is- a quite the dear old lady and she did say her granddaughter birthday is soon coming up. So what's she got for her little one?"

These knights had far too many questions for your taste, yet you play along telling them it's a small magic cube a child could carry allowing them to have a puzzle on the go. God, you'd never made so much up in your life and yet the knights buy it all, saying you can go in and drop it at the front desk as the receptionist would take it from there.

You nod, thanking them for their help before stepping into the outpost building feeling as if just escaped a close call before suddenly your greeted by the female receptionist who asks you who you are. Again, you explain your fake story, only this time you ask the female receptionist if it would be possible for Mrs Lump to collect the toy herself, claiming she wished to see it for a quality check.

"Oh, well, I'll just see if she's in the back." The receptionist says going through a door behind leaving you to quickly look around the room you found yourself in. Clearly nothing more than a waiting room with a few chairs and the receptionist desk, you could only guess the make-shift prison had to somewhere behind that door the receptionist just went through. Now you needed a new way to get there.

Though your options are rather limited, you could just try and sneak through the door like some secret agent, or you could just go in full magic blazing.

"Damn it what the heck do I do?" You say to yourself knowing you'd put yourself in quite the pickle before you decide the best course of action is...