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+The dwarf caves were cramped, and smelled old, as though the air had grown stale from years of disuse.
+There were plenty of rooms, enough for each guard to have space for themselves.
+Which was good, because Kral doubted two yaks would fit in each room.
+Kral felt like if he stood up his straight his horns would scrape against the ceiling, forcing him into a constant crouch.
+Furnished with little more than a too-small bed and a bare slab of rock that Kral supposed counted as a dwarf table, the rooms felt like a prison.
+The electric light overhead was a pleasing warm colour, but was far too dim to see by.
+
+Kab, the little dwarf that had led them to their rooms had said they'd be summoned again for dinner.
+Which knowing these people would likely be more rocks.
+
+Kral shook his head.
+Kab had been perfectly civil.
+And the other one that had insisted on guarding them was just doing what Kral would have done if the situation was reversed.
+The dwarf had definitely insulted the yaks, but Kral had in fairness insulted him in turn.
+No, the real reason for his annoyance was with the President.
+
+Vaughan wouldn't have lied about wanting to stop the New Meadowlark.
+But Kral had always thought Vaughan was one of the more progressive members of the government.
+Was that just a ruse, hiding Vaughan's loyalty to the Hierarchy?
+Or was Calvin the real loyalist?
+
+Kral shook his head again, and stood up.
+Unless he went to Vaughan with force, demanding he explain himself, he wouldn't find out whether it was just corrupt politics or a deeper evil.
+Either way, he wouldn't get an answer sitting around.
+At least a walk through the cave would get him out of the tiny room.
+
+The corridor that linked the yaks' rooms led back to the entrance hall somehow, in a way Kral felt he was unlikely to be able to replicate.
+He went the other way, the direction that seemed deeper in the caves.
+There weren't any dwarves around as guards, which Kral found odd.
+If he'd been in charge, he'd want someone near his armed guests.
+
+The hallway ended at a round stone door, featureless.
+Kral pushed it, and it swung inwards effortlessly, no hint of resistance.
+It led through to another long hallway of chambers at each side.
+The rooms with open doors looked similar to his own, small with a bed and table.
+Kral sniffed the air, and smelled something sweet.
+Coming from a closed room further ahead, with a tart note to it?
+Kral knocked, and it opened.
+
+―Hermann?
+
+Kral was confused. Herman had gotten one of the first rooms of the group.
+
+―Ho Kral, what's up?
+	I figured you'd want to rest a bit, maybe get groomed.
+
+―I'd decided to go for a little walk, but why did you move rooms?
+
+―Not sure what you mean, Kral, I've been here since the dwarrow dropped us off.
+
+―Stay here, I need to try something.
+	Keep an eye out of your room.
+
+Kral started running down the hallway, continuing the direction he'd been going.
+Passing through he saw other yaks' rooms as he passed, and what was definitely his room, with his pack on the bed.
+He sped up, until he reached another door, exactly like the one he'd opened a few minutes ago.
+As before, it swung open easily, and he sprinted through.
+And as before, he found himself at Hermann's room.
+
+―Ah Kral, back again?
+	Did you just go in a circle?
+
+Kral's voice couldn't quite keep up with what he was thinking.
+
+―No, I just went―
+	Well yes, I suppose it ended up being a circle, but just straight lines.
+	I think we're trapped here.
+	This hallway, just the other end leads back to itself.
+
+―Are you okay, Kral?
+	Take a little nap or something, that might help.
+	I'm sure we're not trapped, just maybe the dwarrow architecture is foreign to us.
+
+Kral shook his head.
+
+―Maybe, I'll go take that rest then.
+
+Kral left, and left Hermann's room.
+However, instead of turning left, toward his room, he turned right, towards the door he'd come out of.
+The round door still swung easily on its hinges, the other way this time.
+And once again, as he walked through he found himself in the same hallway, on the other side.
+
+
+―It's a nice trick right? a voice behind him said.
+
+Kral turned and dropped into a low defensive crouch.
+
+―Woah there, sailor. Not here to hurt you.
+
+The voice was coming from a dwarf who was standing in the doorway.
+It had a different quality from the other dwarves they'd met so far.
+More musical somehow, as if each word was being spoken by a high and low voice simultaneously.
+He had a longer beard than Kab, black hair plaited into two thick braids.
+His hair was also far longer than the others, in a single braid that hung at his waist.
+Although as Kral looked at the dwarf's waist and hips,
+
+―You're a woman! Kral said.
+
+The dwarf gave Kral a strange look.
+
+―Yes? I'm aware.
+
+―I didn't know that women dwarves still had beards.
+	I've seen pictures of Ottawans and they don't do that.
+
+―Well, the dwarrowfolk aren't the same as the jan Kanata.
+	Er, the Ottowans, whatever you call them.
+
+She emphasised the word "dwarrowfolk" in a way that made Kral feel a sudden sense of guilt.
+
+―Sorry, no offensive meant.
+	It's just, in Galvarelli we don't get many of the, uh, dwarrowfolk, so, just not used to...
+
+Kral let his voice trail off.
+She rolled her eyes at him.
+
+―Sorry, he stammered. Anyway, you were saying something?
+	How did you show up behind me?
+
+She sighed.
+
+―I was just saying, you figured out that little trick.
+	The hallway that's connected to itself.
+	Pretty cool, right?
+
+Kral nodded slowly.
+She stepped forward and let the door close.
+Then, she turned around and touched her finger to the door.
+For a moment, she held her pose, and it seemed nothing had happened.
+Then, prompted by nothing Kral could see, she pushed the door open and stepped through.
+
+Somehow, what should have been the hallway was back in Kral's room.
+
+―C'mon in, she said. I won't bite.
+
+Kral stepped through.
+
+―Is this dwarf magic?
+	I mean, dwarrow magic?
+
+―