Steeling your nerves with a steadying breath, you emerge into the corridor. The batpony sentries from last night are the only ones awaiting on the other side; the shorter one inclines his head fractionally, gesturing down the hall with a leathery wing. "This way," he intones, the voice soft like the one you had just heard. Your eyes widen fractionally in slight surprise, realizing that you hadn't heard him speak until just now.