Inamar scowls at the mole creatures and shakes her head.
"Alright, which way now?" she complains. "Didn't that wretched bird send us down here? For what?"
She paces over to the dead creature and looks them over, then pokes irritably at the end of the tunnel.
"So now what? If the bird isn't guiding us, and there's two ways to go...which do we pick?"
"Alright, which way now?" she complains. "Didn't that wretched bird send us down here? For what?"
She paces over to the dead creature and looks them over, then pokes irritably at the end of the tunnel.
"So now what? If the bird isn't guiding us, and there's two ways to go...which do we pick?"