Doors!
Norm blinked. He had noticed that the ceiling was getting higher — it hadn’t been designed for midgets, but he was a little tall for just casually walking through the tunnel — but he hadn’t realized that they were now in an actual circular chamber. One with two more doors, evenly spaced around the circumference. It was also furnished, after a fashion. There were three tables, all along the side, and a central chandelier which looked odd…
“Are those candles?” asked Ashelyn.
Madole reached up, but stopped from touching them at the last moment. “Yes. Looks like real beeswax, too.” She snorted laughter. “Well, we already knew they were running contraband.”
“I hear they’re gonna take that off the regulated items list, Elena.” He threw up his hands at her sharp look. “Don’t look at me, I didn’t tell them to do it. The Old Man’s dead, remember? Nobody has to care anymore about the stuff he had a hate-on for.”
“Dammit,” Madole muttered. “Sometimes that was handy. Cadets!” Norm and Ashelyn straightened at her sudden sharpness. “You just heard something above your pay grade. Ignore it. Now, tell us what door we should go through first?”