Kaelen and Helga ran into a dead end as they rushed in blindly like they always did but there was something different about this place/
The tunnel narrowed, then stopped altogether—a wall of rough, unbroken stone that reflected no torchlight, no moss, no hope of passage. Kaelen skidded to a halt, his claws scraping grooves into the floor. Helga, still riding his back, leaned forward to peer over his shoulder.
"Well," the dwarf said flatly. "That's not good."
The strange thing was, they hadn't passed through the same path Jason and Mira had taken. They had veered left at the junction, a detour that Kaelen had insisted on because he "smelled something interesting." Mira had gone right, and Jason's group had taken the center path.
Which meant Mira had it all wrong.
