<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">ooc</div><div class="spoiler_body">I am very sorry, I'll try not to do such a thing in the future.  There is a choice between the two, but I'll explain a little.  Part of this ties back into Reimu's backstory.  She's not a spellunker, she doesn't know anything about caves.  She's a militia woman, not a dwarf.  In addition any magic spells she may have known aren't available to her, and she's made no attempts to re-learn magic in this world.  She is blindly forging ahead.  In many cases she might have different perceptions of the caves, if she had taken different perks, if she'd had focused on magic, if she'd talked to certain people, etc etc etc.<br/><br/>I understand what you're saying, I do, but at the same time, I think that a lot of times you get out what you put in.   While this is a game that I'm DMing for you, at the same time it's a story that we are both crafting.  If you were to write in more details then I'd have more to work with as well.<br/><br/>For example let me re-write your above post and show you how you could easily have changed things to give a little more.  Notice that the first paragraph is written basically the same as yours.</div></div><br/><br/>Reimu glanced down both tunnels, but couldn't see much of anythign without following one or the other.  In frustration she growled and kicked at the dusty floor.  How is it that she can be expected to navigate this subterranian maze on her own with such little clue of what to do?  She was no dwarf, she didn't know which way to go, even the frustrating glow of the rock gave no clue.  She didn't even have access to her magic that would let her know which way was true north.  Her fingers clenched and unclenched on the handle of her dagger, a far inferior weapon to her sword, which she began to miss more and more with each day.  Deciding to go to the left and see if the tunnel changed at all, she set down that path.  If it looked like it would go on for any long ways she could always turn back.<br/><br/>While it did seem to go on for a little ways, it wound in a tight circle, curling downwards.  Even though it didn't end quickly, Reimu noticed that it was getting very damp.  After a few hundred feet the air was getting much moister as she descended deeper and deeper into the earth.  Just before She had to make the decision to turn back or not, she suddenly realized that there was absolutely no imp tracks down this way.  In fact the smell of lust seemed much lessened down this path as she descended further and further into the earth.  The choice to turn back or continue on now seemed a little safer, returning back upwards would mean a return to the tainted lust filled air as well.