The fungal Courser led her down a dark hallway, leaving glowing hoofprints in its wake. Left, right, left and left again...Phoebe shivered with each turn, hoping she had committed them properly to memory. This corner had a cluster of mushrooms that looked vaguely like a bat; that one had four in almost a perfect straight row. They were deep in the dungeon now, much deeper than Phoebe had ever gone alone. The only light came from the ghostly Courser itself, and the mushrooms that lined the wal...