Hard not to. Can't get anywhere out here without getting turned around every five minutes. Like a bloody labyrinth.

['Radio' is the word she used. He studies it, even if he's careful not to touch it. The Wardens have taught him to give magic a longer leash than he used to, and maybe this is a case where the benefits outweigh the risks.]

Figured it was magic. Not like any magic I've ever seen, though.

[The floating stuff, sure. The inconsistent doors, less so. This, definitely not.]