Lydia's patience and cunning are rewarded when she finally realizes the trap she's in and takes steps to make her way out of it.  Once she discovers the illusion covering the wall, she feels a strange 'twisting' in her head.  The magical hold the illusion has over her fades, and seems now cheap and tawdry.  She realizes that the series of rooms she was wandering through was probably no more than four rooms connected by passages in a square.  It was simply the befuddling illusionary magic that made her think she was taking different paths and not wandering in a circle.  A rather harmless trap, but an annoying one.  Now that she sees past it, it's hard to believe anyone would ever fall for it, but that is the nature of illusion magic.<br/><br/>Stepping through the wall she found herself in a parallel passage.  A quick check to her compass showed the direction she wanted to head in, and she continued along the path as it wound back and forth and slightly downwards.  Eventually opening up into a large underground grotto.  She stood at the edge of a cliff, the passage behind her, and the pips on her compass glowing quite brightly now, showing she was close at least to the Marchioness.  Several exits led from the grotto, though all were down on the lower level, easily thirty or forty feet below the cliff edge she stood on.  A very narrow path wound down around the grotto's wall, but the plant life growing in this cave looked somewhat ominous.  She knew about rapevines, and there certainly were vines growing along side the walls of the cave.  She could try to scale down the wall directly in front of her, there seemed to be very few vines that way.  But there was also a pool not far off down the narrow wall path, she could inch along the wall carefully and try to jump into the pool from her height.  Though it was impossible to tell how deep the pool was, or due to the very dim light in the cavern, if there were any denizens of that pool.<br/><br/>After all she'd already lost several hours because of her choice to use a pool of water.  Plus far more dangerous creatures than sylphs lived in this dungeon.  But she knew she should make a choice, for she noticed the odd few torches in the large grotto were beginning to dim slightly.  Checking her compass again she realized that it was not yet 'night' but it was approaching, rapidly.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">BTW, totally not what I had imagined, but I love it!  Great post you did there with the illusion.  That's why co-writing is the best.  :)<br/><br/>Also, I imagine the illusion to be something along the lines of this classic:  <span class="bbc_u">YOUTUBE LINK</span> (https://youtu.be/l0K5T0AqVlY?t=1m3s)<br/><br/><br/></div></div>