Your conversation trails off as you continue navigating the labyrinthine morgue. You want to ask exactly where the strange, stony creature is leading you, but he seems to believe that you already know, and it doesn't feel wise to risk breaking your cover. You just hope you'll be able to find your way back, because you've taken far too many turns to keep track of. How long have you been walking? It's like this place goes on forever.


Heeere we are! Know this place like the back of my hands!