Whatever banter Grey and Amunet had fell to silence the moment they stepped out of the room. A howling wind swept by, causing them to both look toward their backs, but there was nothing at all there.
Velvety crimson curtains that lined the walls danced up before settling back down. However, as focused as they were on the potential of incoming enemies, there were none. Instead, they met a fork in the road.
They looked toward one another.
"Always go right?" Grey suggested.
Amunet shrugged and they did exactly that.
Grey took a peek at his map to see if it would update, but it was covered by a black fog. In that case there was only one way to do this. Rather than just guessing, they'd go the same way every time.
Halfway toward yet another fork, though, Grey's steps suddenly stopped.
"What's wrong?" Amunet whispered.
"You don't feel that?" Grey said in a low tone.
"No."
