Dellrak had stayed back with Chrysagon, to provide back-up for him in case of trouble. And trouble was coming. He cursed and called, "Looks loike oor spikes dinnae hold. Metal basterd's onna way. Didja foind tha' skelly yet oor nae?"
Imogen could hear his voice echo down the looping corridor. She was looking at her arrow scratches repeated on the smaller crossroad. This would indicate that they had grown and were in the same crossroad, excepting that Chrys and Dellrak were not there, but back at the first, larger intersection. It made no sense.
Weed was behind her. The vegepygmy shrugged his shoulders and squeaked, and Qawasha, who was in front of her at the smaller crossroad, answered, "I don't know either. The tomb is repeated, but smaller."