Navigating and perceiving in the soft light of the phosphorescent fungi seems to be taking too much of your attention for you to try and listen to the halls ahead, and you don't really hear anything aside from your and Sharpspike's feet trudging through the soft earth.<br/><br/>Another four hundred yards of silence, and come across yet another choice... The hallway ends abruptly in front of you, and T's off on either side into a small alcove. Again, you find two doors... only this time, a faint light flickers underneath each.