Quinn let out a sigh of relief. This whole time he thought it would be a full-grown murderous cockatrice. He was glad that it was just baby cockatrices, but he still wasn't so eager to go in the maze. He just wasn't as afraid of death as he was before.

Quinn set his weasel down in the grown. It yawned and crawled over to his foot, laying down on it. "Ah, no, you can't go to sleep right now, lil' buddy," he said, shaking his foot lightly, "we've got a maze to go through. And cockatrices to avoid."

Quinn looked over at Mamie. "So... are you ready to go in?"