Second day in a row of feeling like utter garbage upon waking. Together with my delightful experience of going to work an hour early yesterday because I lost the ability to fucking tell time, I pretty much just want to curl up and never look at a mall again. But then I have a couple of days off, so... toughing it out. Nothing a few puzzle books won't fix, I'm sure, because I am secretly sixty years old.

You smash the glass with the hilt of your sword, making a hole big enough to climb through. Immediately the Giant Insects start swarming and jumping towards you. Wasting no time, you clamber into the room, grabbing one of the lit torches to defend yourself. The fire keeps most of the Insects at bay, but by the time you have snatched the crown and climbed back into the corridor, some will certainly have stung you.

Four of them, to be precise.

The Giant Insects do not chase you, preferring the bright light of the room they are in. You examine the crown, and see with disgust that it is merely painted iron, and the 'diamond' is just glass and totally worthless. You throw it on the ground in a rage and wonder which way to go next.