Vic looked at the clasp to see where he cut his finger and noticed that the gremlin no longer had a smirk on its face but bared what looked like a sharp little teeth, only they were iron.
"Campy, I'm sure that clasp was grinning when I last saw it, now it bares teeth."
Girlymann looked at the clasp but noticed it wasn't teeth but a pouting face with the lips sourly closed.
"Take another look."
Vic turned and saw what Campy saw. "I'll be damned. That clasp is alive Campy." Vic then used his knuckles to knock on the gremlin's head. Nothing happened.
The two men stared at the clasp, waiting to catch the moment it changed but the clasp simply stared back with its pouty face like an iron clasp would.
"This is the queerest damn place. Queerer than a sultan's harem." Campy said while he looked around.
Vic didn't look around. He stared right back but when he blinked, the gremlin changed to a sly smile across his iron face.
"Look." Vic said.
Campy turned and did look but shrugged it off. "I'd be surprise if we weren't inside a dragon at this point. He turned to the gremlin and with his hand, gave a slight tug to the iron ring. The door didn't budge.
"We know you can hear us. Why won't you let us in?" Campy asked.
The gremlin stayed fast. Not a change in his expression.
"Maybe it's a secret word." Vic said.
"Makes sense. Now all we need is to know what the word is. That shouldn't be too difficult."
Vic stared at Campy to see if he was joking but it didn't look like he was and asked, "Any idea what it might be?
Campy studied the gremlin and the door. He paced for a while in thought. Vic sat down on his haunches and doodled on the earthen floor with his finger.
To be continued.......
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