Mélanie

Ah...the nimble archer. Mélanie. That was her name, if you recall correctly. She is lithe and seems alert, though you question her choice of armament. Her bow is short and practical, but every arrow she fires henceforth must find its mark lest she meet an unfortunate end. The knife clasped to her belt shall avail her little, you think. The cutlery you dine with is more deadly.

Mélanie looks nervously up and down the corridor. There is no corner in sight, nor any sign of life. Just the faint glimmer of light that casts flickering shadows throughout the entirety of the labyrinth. This particular section is not especially remarkable, nor even very well-populated, but you can see the fear begin to etch itself on the adventurer's face. She inhales deeply. 'Aliénor!' 'Clémence!' You chuckle involuntarily. Sound travels great distances in these lonely tunnels. 'Aliénor!''Clémence!' The echoes continue for some time, and Mélanie sheepishly closes her mouth, cursing under her breath. You wait for a few seconds, wondering if any of you creatures heard the shout, but none come. The labyrinth is huge, after all.

Having gathered her courage, Mélanie turns to look around her. She peers ahead of her, then behind her, before deciding to head forward, westwards as it happens. Not that she has any way of knowing that, or indeed any way of navigating this most convoluted of dungeons, but upon your seeing stone you are freely able to conjure a map of the entire complex so as to keep track of its inhabitants. You glance briefly at said projection, noting with relish the two yellow dots that represent your other guests, and the many red ones that signify danger.

After a few minutes, Mélanie begins to slow down, her footfalls becoming softer and her advance more cautious. You attune your mirror to hear into the labyrinth, and notice the unmistakable sound of many low voices growling at one another. The archer is approaching the first corner of her perilous journey. It turns sharply off to the left, and a dim red glow flashes out of the corridor ahead. Mélanie inhales quietly and silently knocks an arrow.