<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/b67IamY.jpg)</div><br/>The theme that Lydia is starting to think of as an 'opera house' continued as she moves quietly along the passages, alert for dangers.  The refined air and decor clashed in a chaotic disharmony with the strange layout of the level.  At one moment Lydia seemed to be skulking along the edge of a balcony, with gilt railings that looked out on a drop several stories down, each with sub levels beneath her.  It would appear that she was at the top floor of the 'opera house' but then would pass through an archway or down a hallway and suddenly see the structure rising above her.  The most perplexing thing however was the way certain structures seemed to skirt the lines of reality and normal architecture.  Grand staircases of marble, wood, and gold, would soar off into open space, unsupported by anything save their base and terminus seemingly impossible based on the weight.  Other times passages would warp back on themselves, creating loops that served no purpose.<br/><br/>It was, somewhat maddening, and even with Lydia's limited education in matters magical, reminded her of a crazy wizard from history.  The chaos mage Escher, or C.M. Escher as he was sometimes called, had built his wizards tower with this type of non linear architecture, and while the 'opera house' was not as chaotic as the stories of C.M. Escher's tower were, it still seemed to remind Lydia.<br/><br/><strong>"Lydia?"</strong>a voice called, suddenly shocking the redhead from her pondering, and grabbing her sword hilt she looked around.<strong> "Lydia up here!"</strong>the voice called again.<br/><br/>Lydia glanced around and looked up to see the raven tressed beauty, Kortney Silversmith leaning over a railing waving at her.  She seemed to be three floors up from Lydia's current position, but there weren't any stairs that she could see nearby.  Still yelling in a dungeon, probably not the greatest idea.  Yet Kortney seemed so happy to see the redhead she wasn't paying attention to the common sense of her normal stealthy nature.<strong> "Is your hair even more red?"</strong>She said with a laughing shout as a grin split her face from ear to ear.