"You get used to it, somehow," the Valkyrie muses. While the halls haven't become normal for Meja, navigating them is just another part of her day, now. A confusing part of her day, but one she eventually gets through. "There might be a door. Sometimes people find one. Of course, it's not really an exit; there's an endless expanse of trees outside."

One Meja would still give anything to find, because it's simply unnatural for a spirit of storms to be cooped up this long.

"I've been here many months, now. Before we were here, in this building. We were all trapped in a town, instead, and our captors lived here. No sign of them now, as I'm certain you've noticed."