The handshake didn't last very long. Corosa stepped back, quickly.

"I can't imagine that they would all look like that," he mumbled. Then, realizing how useless that statement was, he explained, "The room was big, dark... I remember, uhm. Stone and steel. And water." A frown. "There was water running, somewhere, inside the building. The floor was wet."

He looked around, again. It had been such an oppressive, unfriendly place. But all the buildings here look oppressive and unfriendly to him. And they all looked the same, to boot. Corosa had not spent long enough in the city proper to know anything about it yet.

"I think we need a map," he said.