Kuhl shakes his head, trying to clear it. "That was...unsettling," he says. "Shall we try again?" He reaches for his waterbottle, and pulls away some of the soft wax that keeps it sealed. He warms it in his hands, and fashions two small earplugs for himself, as in a story he once was told by another herdsman on the hillside.
When the plugs are in, he looks at the others, shrugs, and picks up his staff and re-enters the dungeoun, heading for the room to which the key had led them.