"Yikes. It wasn't the way out for me, it was... there were things I didn't want to see anymore. And no other way to be sure I would never see them again." Hmm, the mood has been really dampened here. "The way out came years later... so I've been blind for a while, but a lot of this is still new to me. The whole thing about your other senses getting stronger to compensate is pretty true, though. Or maybe I just notice the smells and sounds more." Don't think about the smells and sounds from the rituals don't think about it don't think about it. Keep going with the change in subject. "Like... I usually find my way back to the Oak & Iron around dinner, anyway, so I try to smell for whatever they're cooking and listen for a crowd. I can find the entrance on my own that way, especially when they keep the doors open."