As Faeryma ran through the door at the far side of the tiled floor she made her way deeper and deeper into the dungeon, her footsteps echoing around her until she was finally stopped by a crossroads, there were four ways to go through separate doors which shielded what lay behind from view. Thankfully perhaps for the witch girl there was a drawing placed on each door, a crude thing but it was there. The door before her face held a drawing of a multi-limbed creature, it seemed humanoid in nature. To her left was a drawing of what seemed to be a man and a horse joined together, to her right though the drawing had been carved away. Someone, or something had drawn various 'knife'-strokes across the drawing marring it enough to not be able to see what lay there.<br/><br/>It was up to Faeryma to pick her poison.