Hangin' round, downtown by myself...

Landing on my feet, the fairy again follows me in my descent. The new question was about the poorest district. Now this one, I have honestly no clue about. Eleven is Agriculture and Twelve is Coal Mining. Scratching my head, I look to the trapdoors. "I've heard rumors about the lack of power and basic necessities from Twelve more so than Eleven," I mutter, stepping onto the left trapdoor. I brace myself to fall or fly, either one.

I land on my feet again. Sighing with relief, I tap my sword on my shoe. Looking for the fairy, I locate it and begin listening to the next question. "Ten has the animals," I say with confidence. Stepping over to the left plate, I stand on it with confidence, staring the little sprite down.

Landing once more, I hear the sprite mention I was on the last floor. "Finally!" I exclaim. Listening to the sprite, the smile quickly fades from my face. Placing my head against the wall, I tap my sword against my shoe. Tapping my head on the wall I think. "One seems like it'd be closer, but Two helps produce Peacekeepers," I mutter. I step over to the left plate and stand on it, clenching my butt cheeks together in anticipation.

I look to the sprite. "Lookin' at my ass, eh?" I say with a sarcastic tone. "You can look, but you can't touch." As the trapdoor feel from below me, a small laugh escaped me. I land on what the sprite said was the final floor and look. Two doors stand in front of me. The sprite repeats its little poem, explaining the doors. One leads to glory and the other one leads away. Glaring at the doors, I think. Walking to the left one, I tap it with the hilt of my sword. Turning to look at the fairy, I smirk. "I'll take this one," I say, turning around and wiggling my butt at the fairy.

I glare at the sprite yet again, this time letting a little growl out with it. "Well," I say, tensing my butt cheeks, "It's not just when I'm nervous." I laugh mockingly. Turning, leaning my back against the door, I look at the sprite. "Six numbers... things you ask..." I repeat, scratching my head. With I wink I tap my sword against the door. "Begin little fairy thing, or I might do more than just tense my ass at you."

Looking at the sprite, I tap my sword on my shoe. "Half the time of the gong. The gong is... sixty seconds. Half of sixty is... thirty," I mutter, turning back around to face the door. Upon inspection, I discover the dials for the numbers. Six of them, in a line. Rolling the first one, I center it on the number three. I roll the second one from the blank opening pattern to the zero. Tensing my butt cheeks, as if to wink at the fairy, I turn around and face it again. "What's next?"