Examining the floor it would appear that there is considerable traffic passing through the room between the right and left corridors. The corridor that you came from seems to see considerably less traffic however.
"Who are all these people in our nice abandoned dungeon?!" grumbles the more rotund of the two dwarven brothers, frowning bushily at such overabundance. "Klyman, can yee tell a thing from these tracks we found?"
OOC: General race-mix maybe? Do any of these appear dwarven?
Also, while we're at it: can Midgrim tell which general direction the Red Doors probably are relative to them?
"I don't know, I'm not a Ranger (not by any means), but I'll see what I can do."
Klyman will carefully inspect the worn down floor, checking for marks like scrapes from hobnail boots, or claws tough enough to dig into stone, or flakes of dead skin from the feet of unshod travelers. Or just anything else, anything that doesn't seem to occur naturally in a subterranean passage like this one. If he finds marks left by hobnail boots, Klyman will trust to his Dwarven companions to differentiate such marks left by Dwarven boots and those left by other, more unsavory, boots.
The prints are a mystery to you. Even estimating the size of the gait of whoever, or whatever left them is almost impossible. You do however see a small smear of some sort of purpleish ichor near the left branch.
Klyman's warning has barely left his lips when Midgrim's eyes bulge and he doubles over, retching his guts out. After a few moments though he seems to have recovered enough to gulp down a bit of water. It takes another few minutes before he has recovered enough to feel up to moving on.
For all that trouble, Midgrim you have no idea what the purple goo is.
"Ack - Ptu!" Midgrim wipes at his mouth with his armored sleeve, most forcefully. "No' that bad going down, actually. Pt, Pt. It's the coming back up!" He shakes his head, beard and tresses flying, like a dog trying to get rid of something. "Saddest part is: I STILL don't know what the stuff is... That AND the wasted breakfast!"
He digs into his pack and retrieves a hearty loaf of travel-bread, biting into it with gusto and washing it down with generous pulls of dwarven ale from his 'water' skin. THAT seems to do him a world of good...
"So, right?" jerking his head that way.
OOC: He'll continue eating for a while, walking down whichever path they end up going.
"Yee're giving up on a lot there, jimi," mentioned the rotund dwarf between bites and chews. "Elderberries, plums, Brasssica cabbages... I'll make yee an elk cabbage stew that'll have yeer grandson still crying with joy."
Jimi, you are able to tie your lantern to your belt with a bit of twine. It flaps around as you walk casting crazy shadows all over the place, and you'd be worried about sloshing burning oil all over your leg if you ran while it was attached like this but it seems to work OK.
(Party location at the X)
Making your way down the right hand corridor you see it branches into two more rooms, with another corridor going off to the east. Standing at the point where the corridor branches off you can see that the one to your right is filled with stalactites and stalagmites including a massive one that has very nearly turned into a pillar dominating the center of the room.
To the left you see a room that has obviously been worked to some extent. There are a number of bas relief murals carved into the wall. Before you are able to make any closer examinations however...
Jimi similarly moves to defend the more vulnerable party members Klyman and Climent.
Warily, he reaches for his sling, loads a bullet, and begins slowly swinging it by his side, watching to see what emerges from the darkness but not yet attacking. With his other hand he holds his shield up, ready to deflect any potential missile fire.
"Who... or what... goes there?" he calls. "Speak quickly, or my Dwarven friends here will be eager to let their axes do the talking..."
[OOC: If there is no response and anything emerges, Jimi takes a shot with his sling if the opportunity presents itself.]