"I... I'd rather not talk about it," claims the voice. You ask if they know where the exit is, although you have little faith. "I've seen it, but it's guarded." You ask if there's any way to get past them. "As far as I can tell, no," says the voice, "but I've been trying." Your eyes have adjusted to the dark, but you can't quite distinguish anything. There is something about the person who saved you that you can't quite figure out...
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