Secret of the Spirit Tree [Quest] [Starsend]

Holle took a step back, then grinned.
"Oh, right. I was either just a distraction, which I seem not to be due to the miasma..."
He skipped slightly to his right, grinning as the rusty blade whistled down beside him, but gasped as a bent section of metal on the back of the blade caught on his tunic, pulling him back to his left and ripping a hole an inch long.
"Aww, man! Now I have to find a needle and thread..."
Holle jumped up, landing a kick on the side of the skeleton's head, then leaping off to cling onto the wall nearby.
"Try this on for size, muffin man!"
The stalfos opened it's mouth, gas beginning to leak through its teeth as the ball of ice flung from Holle's blue-glowing dagger struck, freezing it in place and encasing it in a thin shell of ice.

Although the stalfos was frozen solid Sandal wasn't going to take any chances of the undead creature breaking out of the ice and following after the two of them later on. Now that the miasma had mostly dissipated the moblin would come in to finish off the frozen stalfos by bringing his club down on it hard sending shards of ice and bone flying out in all directions.

The moblin would look at his companion as he clung to the wall, it was a neat trick. He had always been fascinated by the other moblins that could do the same thing. Though now wasn't the time to stand around and stare in amazement wishing that he could do that. "You OK. Need go." Even with how simple he was, he still had a sense of urgency and something about this place just gave him the creeps. It probably had something to do with his out of body experience in the previous room.

Holle nodded, turning back to the doorway.
"Heh, onwards and downwards."
He dropped to the floor, landing lightly on his feet before making his way into he next room.

Holle let out a whistle, considerably impressed. A massive coliseum, empty but for strangely moving, billowing white clouds and the occasional odd, floating light hovering above the seats was in his view, the top of a massive tree behind it. The bark was an ashen grey, the leaves a pale white with oddly familiar black veins running through them. Down in the centre of the pristine marble structure was a sandy arena, where two heavy iron portcullises stood on either side, blocking off the rooms. Each had a stone pit, one empty, the other filled with sand, with weird bits poking out that were too difficult to see from where he stood.
"Just in case, I'm going to leap ahead."
Holle called back to Sandal before starting to his way down towards the centre, trying to avoid the clouds that radiated an odd chill.

Threats of the New Room (open) Threats of the New Room (close)

The clouds draw out the spirit from the body forcefully, which would normally be no problem, but the floating lights are actually commanded spirits (basic guardsmen type of thing, but could be a mix of races or whatever you choose if you interact with them) that immediately battle any soul that is, separated from its body.
Of course, all that's just my idea and whatnot,and this is a joint thing, so feel free to ignore all this spoiler if you'd prefer.

As what seemed to be the norm for Sandal the Moblin would follow behind Holle at his own pace taking his time to look around at everything. As much as he wanted out of this place, he couldn't help but admire the beauty of it. Slowly he would make his way down towards the coliseum taking care to avoid the clouds as Holle had done. Looking towards his companion he would wonder what is was that they needed to do next in this room, or if they even needed to do anything in it at all. While he hadn't quite reached his Hylian companion yet he was close enough that he wouldn't need to yell for him to hear if they needed to speak. Sandal didn't see anything that stood out, nor did he see any type of obvious switch. The clue for the room was likely to be found in spirit form, but the Moblin didn't enjoy his first out of body experience, and wasn't keen on repeating that experience ever again if he could help it.