The two of them continued walking along the corridors of the Blue Tower that seemed to slope both up and down gently, while Vergal found himself having trouble with not bending his toes in a painful way inside his boots as he almost tripped over few flights of stairs that seemed to appear or plain grow out of the crystalline structure of the tower in front of them now and then. He was about to remark about this peculiar change in architecture, for there had been no stairs that he at least recalled when they had been walking the other direction earlier. But as Synn's step came to a halt and she slid her hand across the wall opposite to yet another ornate balcony, this time sealed behind translucent but solid door that could have as well been made out of glacial ice, Vergal was once more reminded that the Blue Tower was so unlike his or Atrej's own towers as the segment of the wall under Synn's touch slid aside and revealed a shortcut to the hall they had been at earlier.
"More broth? Or