WHQ - T-Junction

The T-JunctionThe group came to a halt at a fork in the dungeon path. The lantern’s glow flickered against the damp stone, casting long shadows that danced like specters. The air was still, heavy with the scent of mildew and old magic.The wizard gave a wistful side glance at the barbarian, a sly smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. He knew the correct direction—his arcane senses had already whispered it to him. But instead of guiding, he gestured casually toward the wrong path.Wizard (smoothly):"I believe this way holds promise. The air feels... charged."The barbarian hesitated. His brow furrowed. He was the leader. He had to know. He couldn’t just guess—he had to feel it.He crouched low, examining the dungeon floor for signs, just as the elf did in the woods. He squinted at the walls, searching for hidden symbols or clues, just as Bek would.Behind him, the dwarf and elf shared a brief, amused glance. No one saw it.The wizard, arms crossed, stared at the barbarian in disbe