sapere aude

Isla take your medicine "Where...?" Isla has no idea who is speaking, or whether she is just imagining the sounds that seem to reach from the walls and right into her brain. But whatever it is that has infected the Spire, it's in Isla's blood now, and she halts in the stairways to glance around, curious and firmly following that curiosity. Caution has been thrown thoroughly to the wind, and so she follows her instincts - or the crazy voice in her head - until she finds what looks like the right door. The only way to find out, though, is to open it. "Here," Isla says to herself, her pale fingers reaching for the ancient obsidian, pushing at the door to open it and slip inside. Providing, of course, there is even a floor to step upon.