Augury stilled at the threshold to the next chamber, only the slightest of movements under the glazed eyes giving away that he was not entirely frozen in place. But perhaps it was just the reflection of the low torchlight, rather than any indication of life. The room was blanketed from floor to ceiling in darkly veined fungi. Nearly every inch of stone covered, but Augury watched carefully, not enough to spot the different texture peeking through the moss and lichen. Dully capped mushr...