The corridor dropped.
The floor angled downward for about thirty feet before leveling out into a passage that was wider and taller than anything they'd seen in the residential district. The stone was different here too, darker and smoother, with a finish that looked almost polished despite the age of it.
"This doesn't quite match," Isendra said.
She was right. Everything above had been utilitarian, functional walls and simple doorways and practical construction. This looked like it belonged to a different building entirely.
"Maybe it's the rich part of town," Mira said.
"Maybe," Isendra said, in a tone that clearly meant "no."
The passage opened into a chamber that made Ashara stop walking.
It was round, maybe forty feet across, with a domed ceiling that arched high overhead. The walls were covered in carvings from floor to ceiling, lines and shapes interlocking in patterns that repeated and branched and fed into each other like a circuit.
