That's a good question, [ says Claude, frowning. He glances up and down the hall, trying to get his bearings and completely failing. It's an odd sensation. Usually his sense of direction is pretty keen, but there's something that's just kind of wrong with this place. Even if it weren't for it looking like Garreg Mach, but laid out all wrong, sometimes he gets the sense that they're going in circles despite walking in a straight line.

Maybe it's just him, though. ]

Normally, we'd have already reached the town surrounding the monastery by now, with how long we've walked. So I think it's safe to say this place isn't quite how I remember it. But let's keep heading in what would be the direction of the front gate, since we were already going that way anyway. Might as well pick a heading and stick to it, right?

[ He smiles, despite his unease, and sets off down one of the halls that leads in roughly the right direction. ]