Another day, another set of forks in the road that left Jester annoyed and mildly confused. The sense of Deja Vu never seemed to leave in this while in this place, although the blue mare was certain she'd led them the way she'd been the day prior. It mattered not, by this point in time she was certain they only ever ended up exactly where the dungeon wanted them to. To her, the dungeon was obviously a sentient entity: something leading them further and further away from their target destination and closer and closer to whatever end the 'spirit of the dungeon' was after.

But what it wanted? That was far beyond her.

The sentiment was apparently shared by Dorian, who leaned over to parrot: "Again?"

Truly, it felt like it was becoming more and more of a cosmic joke. "Again." She stated, a bit dully as she entered the chamber alone.

Immediately there was a shift in the room, the twinned doors with twinned faces above them came alive. One smiling, one frowning: each above a doorway that could lead nowhere and anywhere. They did not speak this time, simply watched her with their hollow, stone eyes as she looked down one pitch black tunnel, and then another. From the corner of her eye, she watched as one's smile grew unnervingly wide. She was foolish to think it'd be that easy, and stepped back out to where Riddle, Dorian, and the strange Heraldic they'd picked up prior were waiting.

"What's your gut say?" Dorian asked, as lightheartedly as he could.

Jester smirked. "That I'm hungry, Dorian, what does yours say?"

The dark overo blinked for a moment, then trotted off into the room himself. Immediately the faces began chattering away, attempting to convince the silver eyed stallion to take their path over the path of the opposing face. Dorian entertained it for a bit, bartering back and forth with the craggy voices but ultimately getting no further than Jester herself did. His return was less than triumphant, and he simply shrugged his shoulders at her when she angled her head at him.

"I think we just wing it," He explained, looking over at Riddle and the so far nameless Heraldic they'd discovered in the depths. "Unless either of you have a thought?"

Riddle shook her head. "I've no idea."

The Slapper, that had been floating around aimlessly, tangling in each coursers mane in turn, pointed suddenly.

The opalescent heraldic had stepped forward. They hadn't said much to Jester or any of the others, but they locked their warm, golden gaze with Jester and stepped into the room. The chorus of voices was louder this time, the bickering more intense, but after a moment.. the heraldic took the left path and disappeared into the darkness.

"Well," Dorian said, with great amusement. "Guess we go with them."