Twilight asked later as she clicked open a lock. “I told you to stay with the others. You have a habit of disobedience.” “Why do we camp at a crossroads?” Liet asked. The heavy door sighed when Twilight pressed on it. She gestured, and Liet helped her push it open. The door growled in protest but opened. The plain chamber within was empty but for refuseshattered wood chips, broken ceramics, worn statuettesand ancient dust. Footprints, distinctly those of a lizard’s feet, traced a path through the chamber to an open portal across the room, but the prints were old. She wished she were a tracker, and might have known how old. She pulled a torch from her pack. Liet grinned until she shoved it at him. No reason she had to carry itshe had darksight. “I asked you first,” she said. “I’m sure ‘tis the same answer.” “Guaranteed escape route?” Twilight asked simply. “I thought you only, ah, appreciated the concept,” he said sheepishly. “Of a crossroads, I mean.
