As he strained his senses, Arty picked up on the sound of another creature besides him and Mink breathing somewhere deeper in the chamber somewhere within 10 ft of the ground, but it was beyond the limits of his darkvision for now. As he passed over the first row of bushes 10 ft in, a strong floral scent hit him, leaving him mildly disoriented for a few heartbeats, struggling to keep his eyes open before he fought it off.<br/><br/>As he continued forward, he felt the drowsiness wash over him a second time, stronger than the first time as he passed over a second row of flowers. Making a guess, he cast a spell to ward him against poison, and whatever the nature of the effect, it was close enough to poison that he didn't feel a third wave of drowsiness wash over him as he passed over the third row of flowers deeper in.<br/><br/>As he distanced himself from the passageway he'd entered the chamber through, Artorius caught a glimpse of other entrances and exits to and from the chamber along the curve of the circular chamber walls placed at irregular intervals, each leading into or away from the labyrinth. As he drew closer to the heart of the labyrinth, though, something loomed large as it came into his range of vision, a massive tree trunk. There were no leaves, no branches within sight, just a tree trunk stretching up from the ground.<br/><br/>Down, near where the trunk plunged into the earth, atop a large, gnarled root coiled into a love seat, a figure that seemed almost doll-like, her flesh seeming wooden somehow, looked up at Artorious with big, doleful eyes. The figure murmured words in a language Artorius could not understand before she raised her hands to cast a spell... but despite the words of power, despite her gestures conjuring forth the magic, Artorius felt nothing as her spell washed over him. Her melancholy mien turned fearful, seeing her magic had no hold on him, and without another word, she fell back into the tree trunk like an otter disappearing beneath the surface of a lake.