Hasan said, “I gather the tradition is to go left when there’s a fork in the road. Well, I’d go where there’s sun, but down here, left is as good as anything.”
“Aye, left is good.” said the priest as he shone the lantern down the passageway. “Lets go.” Maruc fell into step next the Feldard. “As the undead cast no heat-shadow I fear there is little advantage in not using the lantern.”
Not finding any indication of which way the Rahib might have gone… left was as good a direction as any. The dwarf nodded his acceptance of the lanterns use and strode through the archway to the left.
When he had finished adding the latest detail to his map, Miklos joined Saeth at the rear of the party being careful to avoid most of the rubble as he threaded his way along the passageway.
“Better to go where there’s sun,” grumbled Saeth. But neverless, she followed the others as they proceeded westward.
And so, the group took the left passageway. The floors walls, and 30-foot tall arched ceiling were all coated with a layer of black soot. About halfway down the hallway, there were two badly scorched wooden doors, one on each wall. The hallway ended at a set of bronze double doors.