"Where are we?" Essenla said after gathering herself. She sheathed her sword and looked around with a hint of caution in her eyes, but no matter how hard she looked, all she saw was smooth white marble and glowing fungus that lit this place like day.
When she looked back at where they had come from, she saw only a solid wall of marble. Their path ahead forked at the end, spitting off to the right and left.
"I don't know," Morne said simply. "Let's find out."
With no other apparent option, the two walked to the end of the hallway, looking down each path with a frown. The left one extended for as far as they could see, while the right took a left turn several feet down.
"That compass of yours tell us which way to go?"
"Entak Netken." Morne glanced down. The compass's point was spinning wildly, as if caught in a maelstrom. "It's broken. We'll have to pick one ourselves."
