Khahir pressed his back against one wall and peered over his shoulder around the corner. All he could see were more twisting paths. He crept over to another corner and did the same thing, only to get the same result yet again.<br/><br/>This "Maze of the Condemned" appeared to be truly that... a giant maze. Khahir was astounded at the massive scale of the labrynthian architecture. If magic was responsible for all this, he would not be surprised. All he had to do was look up to find evidence of that. The top of the high structure was open to the sky - a black void of greater beauty and clarity than any night sky. But the perspective was different, somehow. The glorious stars were not at all where he remembered them to be, nor was there any sign of the moon. Instead, a massive glowing white object dominated one corner of his available view. Could that be the moon? If so, then that meant this strange place was somehow floating in the heavens! Yep, definitely magic.<br/><br/>Khahir used one of the long, flowing ends of his brown scarf to wrap around his head, leaving only a tiny slit to see through. He could assume that if magic is what brought him here, and the wizard responsible mentioned something about "survive", he could expect trouble to lurk around any corner. Once he was finished wrapping his head, Khahir silently stalked off into the shadows of the night-maze, moving swiftly in persuit of whatever there was to find.