Pipluk nocks an arrow to his bow again, and he gestures to his companion Luqe to refill at the fountain as well.
"The captain is right," he says, probably to Mistral although he continues to watch the corners of the room rather than directly at the bard. "We should examine all that we can." Then he turns to look at Mistral. "But you're right also. I can send my man Vanamonde back to guard against any dangers coming up behind."
"**** that," says Vanamonde.
Meanwhile, Zanword and Ethian proceed down the wide corridor. Every available bit of wall is taken up with stone slabs, roughly door-sized, each bearing an inscription in an older version of Common, that appears to be a name of some kind. At the crossroads, the ends of the left and right tunnels are lost beyond the reach of Ethian's arcane light. Ahead, the orange flicker of firelight can be seen on the walls, and there is a faint sound of voices that echo down the halls, over the everpresent sound of the whispering wind.