I expect at least one of them to scoff but Blossom nods instead, Fleur rubbing her upper arm with her free hand, the other still clasped firmly by the halfling.
"I've been thinking the same thing." The rogue releases the elf and scurries to the nearest tree. But, as her dagger hovers, instead of carving into the wood she chooses to hack at the rock next to it, her rusting blade digging a clearly visible X into the stone. She backs away, nods to it. "Let's find out if we're right."
No one argues when Graldor again chooses the way and it's not long before we emerge into a six exit room once more. I almost exhale in relief when I don't see Blossom's mark on the left hand wall by the first exit, but her squeal as she looks around, the fear on her face when she stops and stares off toward one
