So here is Kano, freshly turned purple from snatching the sigil belonging to his beloved Yew, when he spots orange. GIZMO!!! Suddenly, that sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach overcomes him, as he sees the fields go up. Telepathically, he sends a request for help from his faction. Brave, heroic defenders rally to his summons, but there were to many, and in the dank, mildewed crypts of the Shadow Lords, they could not break through. Kano himself could not resist, as his skills permitted him to detect these villains, remove their traps, reveal threats, and steal the sigil, but not fight. Kano decided to do what any elf would do in that situation- reflect upon and enjoy what life he had left. Pulling his cloak up around him, he quietly opened his pack to eat his last lembas and drink some water. What is this in the bottom of his pack? A Cream Pie, courtesy of Messana! He remembered stashing it there for a sweet nibble later. Cautiously, with all of his superior elvish skills, he crept back down the corridors. Yes, there is the wicked Gizmo now- but wait! Gizmo surges past him, completely unaware of the elf hidden against the wall. Realizing his chance, Kano hurries as fast as he can towards the entrance. A few poison fields still linger, but he rushes through them and shrugs off the poison. At the top of the last stair, he spies freedom just feet away, when a box blocks his path, and Gizmo reappears. Thinking quickly, Kano throws the cream pie straight into Gizmos' face! Gizmo, reeling backwards from the tasty cream dripping into his eyes, slips and tumbles backwards back down the steps! Kano burst out of the crypts into the bright sunlight, breathing the pure woodland air, and planned his next foray.