Lyralei stepped out of her room and immediately regretted every life choice that had led her to this moment.

The corridor stretched in two directions, both looking exactly the same with their carved stone walls and flickering torches. She’d been so focused on arguing with Eliasen earlier that she hadn’t paid attention to which way she’d come from. Left or right? Both looked equally unwelcoming.

“Perfect,” she muttered, choosing left because why the hell not.

Her stomach growled loud enough to echo off the stone walls. The sound of distant laughter and conversation drifted through the passages, getting louder as she walked, then quieter, then louder again like the settlement...