The floor was wet, so it went without saying that the swamp that had gone down the drain from the first cavern had passed here. There were two corridors. One to the left and one to the right.
"The draft is coming from the left," Sebastian said as he moved to that tunnel.
"We can't leave a stone unturned. Even if there is nothing on the right, we can't leave a whole corridor unexplored," Edwin argued.
They decided to solve their problem like functioning adults. An unspoken agreement, which all vampires seemed to share. With stone, paper, scissors.
Sebastian made a stone; Edwin made a paper. They headed to the right. With one of them grumbling how it wasn't fair, and the other grinning for the first time in two days.
Just as Sebastian predicted, there was nothing to the right. Nothing but flowers with differently colored blooms. Edwin was ecstatic to see them, and he began to dig them out of the soil and stash them in his bag.