Raev paused to pray before shimmying through the next junction. These tunnels hadn't been mapped out by anyone he knew and therefore could just as well open up into another livable set of alcoves as plummet into some long-forgotten well. If it did lead to a gaping chasm or swift-moving current of water, there was no chance of him being recovered should he survive through a miracle. His prayer was a utilitarian one: Timimfryek, she-who-dwells-at-thresholds, let me live or perish swiftly. She was often a merciful goddess, less capricious than many others in the pantheon despite the short horns she was often depicted with, but she wasn't entirely without her moods.
