You pause in your search. Dust that has lain in these ruins for centuries claws at your throat. Lifting the wineskin to your lips you notice an oddly-shaped stone just below the ruined carvings at the edge of the ceiling. Strange, you’ve looked there a dozen times and never noticed it before.

A shallow symbol is etched in the stone. Brushing away the accumulated grime and dirt, you see the Merithian character for "right hand". Smiling at that hard-won bit of knowledge, you turn to your right with renewed confidence in your quest. Ahead, something slithers in the shadows, and your sword seems to leap to your hand