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I agree that we should start with it, but not with my contribution.

I can, but only if there aren't more people who want to. I don't need to check anything related to role-playing; my ascetic can live here anyway.

I'm sure that Naire, in terms of role-playing, would try to seduce everyone.

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Of course, there's a suggestion that each player should open their own door, maybe even facing individual challenges.

I wouldn't be surprised. I had a similar thought myself.

- Let's take a look at the doors and their numbers, - suggested the elf. checking the numbers

There are fewer doors than people. It's unlikely that each person has their own door. I assumed that the bunch of keys was for some chests containing equipment and memories.

there is a suggestion that there will be other doors behind these doors...

There are traps and puzzles.

there is a suggestion that behind these doors, there will be other doors...

Maybe. But it's not for nothing that we were all crammed into one hall. There could be two explanations:
1) at least initially, some kind of teamwork is planned
2) or this is an opportunity to have a lot of fun by swapping places, taking memories and gear that don't belong to us

maybe it's a gym, and we have keys to the lockers? that's where the separation between male and female comes from.

"So many people have visited Alfar today. And they say he rarely has visitors."
Elrina carefully got to her feet and looked around, searching for Alaria or any other familiar faces. Her mind was in a complete fog, and it seemed that old knowledge and skills had mixed into some kind of thick mess, preventing her from concentrating on anything specific. At least, the others seemed to be experiencing similar feelings and thoughts. What had happened to them? And how much time had passed? Were they still in Asparagus's estate? Who, if not the owner of the house, and why did they do this to them? Being in such a situation was unpleasant in itself, and being surrounded by a crowd of strangers with unclear intentions made it even worse.
Elrina carefully checked the items she still had with her. The absence of weapons was, in a certain sense, predictable and brought a small relief: who knows how this meeting would have gone if everyone had kept their weapons. However, the absence of the enhancer, potions, medicines, and other supplies was very disappointing. Involuntarily crossing her arms, Elrina remembered the onyx ring. "And why didn't you work when you were needed for such moments?" she thought with some bitterness, looking at the beautiful piece of jewelry, as if it were mocking her. The next find was a family signet ring. This seemingly useless item had long become something familiar and so commonplace that Elrina didn't immediately notice it. Apparently, it was of no interest to the owner of the house either.
The last thing she found was a strange key with a number that she definitely didn't have before entering the estate. Glancing at the others, Elrina sighed with relief, noticing similar keys with other guests. Perhaps it was for a room with their belongings? But why put them to sleep and disarm them? The thought that they had fallen into the lair of some maniac made her uneasy again. Especially since, after the dungeon with the lizards, the desire to take initiative had clearly diminished.

Nano laughed at the sight of the elf and lizardman's performance.
“I’m so sorry! If you could see yourselves from the outside right now,” she said, catching her breath and smoothing her hair.

“I don’t think this is the time for conflicts. I suggest we get to know each other instead, and also find Mr. Asparagus.”

“Nano,” she nodded and smiled. “And this is Denim and Beretta. And you… Oh yes, you were in the amphitheater!”
She looked around at everyone present.
“Hmm… And you and you. And you. Yes, and you, you had that daring song. Unfortunately, I don’t remember your names,” she shrugged. “But the rest of the gentlemen and ladies are completely unknown to me.”
She made a thoughtful circle around the hall, checking her pockets.
“There’s really no need to be nervous; the prince probably just wants to play. And we’ll have to use our wits to do it.”
She stopped in the northeastern part of the hall, trying to determine what the darkness before her was – a hole in the floor leading to the lower level, or did the architect, Reisen Reim, simply forget to finish building the wall here and left a gateway to the void?
“So many people who don’t know each other, and they all look like mercenaries from different groups. The prince snaps his fingers, and the little people scurry around. Not bad, Mr. Asparagus, my respects.”

It's a shame that no one from the Palace is here. They would be able to assess the situation.