West, towards the light.

Saqira nervously squeezes your hand tightly as you cautiously head west. Being in the labyrinth clearly terrifies the African beauty, but she possesses enough courage not to overtly show it.

Slowly you make out what is the source of the light. Two torches are secured to either side of a door way. The light coming from them is an unnatural pale yellow. Upon close inspection the flame doesn't seem to consume the torch at all.

“Bizia's sorcery.” Saqira mutters. “They burn forever, I wouldn't touch them.”

The door itself is made of thick hard wood with heavy iron bands. Ominously numerous scratch marks and blood stains can clearly be seen on the door and the nearby floor, as if someone was desperately trying to get in and then was carried off.

Taking hold of the latch you try to open the door, but it is lock.

“I think I can open it.” Saqira anxiously looks over her shoulder and then at the door. “If you think it is wise.”