"So," I start, grinding my teeth nervously as I flick a finger over to the candle whose flame has since burnt low, causing a spark to flare back into life on top of the tall pillar of wax, shimmering in the stagnant, breathless air of the wintry room, devoid of heat and beating life.
"Considering I have a heart that is still very much beating, this might be a problem. There is no way in hell I will be able to get into that maze and not be detected," I admit, clacking my nails against the wood with languid frustration. Fangorn nods in agreement, looking again over the circle his fingers trace in idle spirals as though the revelation in itself was not new to him.
