<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Syrens on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/syrens/</link><description>Recent content in Syrens on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><atom:link href="/tags/syrens/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Pit of Pleasure 2</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/the-pit-of-pleasure-2/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/the-pit-of-pleasure-2/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="pitofpleasure.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Pit of Pleasure&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part Two&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Crystal tried to creep through the darkness of the dungeon, hugging the shadows, keeping out of sight. Now, if only her companions were doing the same. Lord Antram strode along as though it were a parade. Urik was complaining about what the dank conditions were going to do to his hair. The hobbits were trading riddles, although at least they had agreed to carry some of the gear.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>