As you search the gate, you hear the twang of a spring and feel a sharp object embed itself into your arm. Almost immediately, Roderick pulls the dart and examines it. "You have the luck of fools, thief," he says, studying the dart. "You should be writhing on the floor, dying slowly and with much pain. But the idiot who last loaded this trap neglected to fill this dart with the poison it was intended to deliver. You will have to be more careful, or you will not live to see the sun again." Go to entry 111.