Bah. Onwards.

Past the doorway, the passage splits into three routes: straight ahead, left and up, right and down.

Do his companions have any opinion about where to go?

They're waiting to see what he does.

Is there any clue on which way to go, physical or not?

The air from the left feels slightly fresher.

There's something vaguely ominous about the middle path.

Hmm... This isn't a game, as much as it would be cool to go down the ominous path, nah.

He picks the right one.

The passage starts to smell like wet dog.

He wrinkles his nose. "Change of plans, how about we turn back and go to the fresh-smelling passage."

Drellick nods. "Smells like shyracks, yes. Potentially a good idea to avoid them."

Turning around it is.

The path winds around to a narrow spiral staircase going up.

Up they go, then.

It opens onto a secluded balcony, cunningly hidden from ground-level observers. There's a nice view of the red sands and cliffs that dominate this region's landscape.

Oooh pretty!

If you're into that semi-desolate wasteland thing, sure.

It's picturesque.

Anything else interesting to see?

Not much, actually.

"...so now either we get back to wet dog place or we go down ominous place."

"Those do seem to be the options."

"So let's go with both, then. Pick an integer number."

"Ooh. Seven!"

"Wet dog it is. Let's go."

"After you."

Wet dog-wards!