And to think the raid had started out so well...<br/><br/>Rylia trudged along with her ever-dwindling company down the same halls and room which constituted the only landscape this under-church seemed to posses. Her frustration at this seemingly simple job turned wild goose chase reaching the point that she barely restrained herself from joining in when the daunting dragoness started venting her frustration on the furniture.<br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Mystari wrote:</cite>"It's the same thing, Zukris...the room itself is not magical. The hallways are. It's just like a maze - eventually, one of us has to take enough right turns to end up where we need to be....and hope that nothing too nasty is waiting for us."</div></blockquote><br/><br/>"So if it's just some big magic maze, where do all the<span style="font-style: italic">wrong</span>paths lead? We haven't seen hide nor hair of anyone else yet! This place can't go on forever, right?" Rylia asked the fox girl, gruffly. The annoyance drained from her voice on the last question though, as she realized she probably didn't want to know the answer. She pushed the thought from her mind, though. Surely someone out of their 50-man group would work this out and dispel all this smoke-and-mirrors nonsense.<br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Linal wrote:</cite>"I humbly offer to guard this rear right here, and the lovely gal it's connected to."</div></blockquote><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Brady wrote:</cite> "And what about *my* rear, hm?"</div></blockquote><br/><br/>Rolling her eyes, Rylia thought to herself, "And of that whole band of mercenaries how did I end up stuck with<span style="font-style: italic">these</span>clowns?"<br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Zukris wrote:</cite>"Ideas? Speak up."</div></blockquote><br/><br/>"I'm all for splitting up," Rylia spoke up, "if it means one of us will find these clowns faster. If all they can throw at us is<span style="font-style: italic">this</span>annoyance, I'm not too worried about needing numbers to take them out."