“Wh—“ The furry-muzzled guard in blue turned to his puzzled counterpart, then looked at you and sternly cleared his throat. “We can’t answer that!”
“You could be lying about that, too,” you said, voice calm and arms folded. “I’m not sure I wanna take this gamble.”
“Well you can’t go any other way!”
You sighed, and looked at one of them to the other, and then down at your tired feet. You had stopped climbing walls on account of how very tired your arms had become from nearly an hour of it. But you were boxed into one part of the maze with no way out save through either one of these doors or climbing one of the walls.
“Good day to you, sirs,” you said, taking hold of a fairly thin vine
Your breathing quickened and you placed both hands on the wall, giving the base of it a good kick, but not hard enough to hurt your toes. Taking a deep breath, you shook your head—and in that moment, you swore you could see something.
You shook your head again and a tall set of doors flashed into focus. When you stopped, you felt the wall in front of you, and only then did you notice it didn’t feel like stone; it felt like old, splintered, painted wood. Squinting your eyes revealed the hazy outline of a doorknob. The cold metal against your fingers startled you and you felt at the knob until you could get a grip on it, and then you fumbled for the other. First, you tried pulling, which proved no result, and then you pus