Flain saw three crossroads. At the first intersection, to the left was the symbol of a smooth pearl, to the right a depiction of a thorn. On the stone panel in front of him, an inscription was carved: "What is pure, yet hides a fall; what pricks, shall lead you to the mirror of truth."
Flain stopped and began thinking. This was, most likely, a riddle. But this one was quite easy—just from the text, it was easy to understand what it meant.
Without hesitation, he headed to the right where the thorn was, and behind him came the quiet metallic click of a mechanism, which opened another segment.
The second intersection was more extensive, the corridors seemed closer together, and above the narrow threshold hung a carved riddle: "Two stars in the dark sky, one shines with hope, the other fades in fear. Which one shall lead you?"
Flain thought quickly because he wanted to earn a lot of points for speed.
