At the bottom of the stair is a dome with a dozen corridors leading out. Of course.
“I can’t see very far down any of them,” says Yael, who’s too busy glancing at the candle to really look.
“This is the first test.”
“Oh,” says Yael, “right, the tests.”
“Graverobber prevention,” says Silhouine, with an odd confidence. “The gods would have known which path is the true one, you see?”
“So we just have outsmart the gods.”
“And that can’t be too hard,” Silhouine smirks, and leans on a giveaway piece of masonry, which embeds an obliging dart in her head.