Don't talk to anyone?

The muddy water dripped from my body as I ran along the soaked trail toward the tower.

I ignored the discomfort. The exhaustion. The muscle pain. My only priority was getting out of there.

As soon as I left the forest behind, the stone stairs of the tower appeared before me. I dashed up the time-worn steps, feeling the weight of my overloaded armor dragging me down. But I didn't stop.

At the top of the stairs, the great central gate of the tower loomed, and before it, the defense statue—a miniature minotaur-like creature, carved from raw stone.

The instant I approached, it came to life.

Its stone eyes glowed with a faint light, and the statue took a step forward, raising its stone axe. Its expression was unreadable, but its thunderous voice echoed in the air: "Halt, acolyte!"

I took a deep breath, my mind still on high alert. I knew it would ask this question.

"What is the password?"