“No, no, I’ve done all I can here,” says Palamedes, brushing off his hands on his robe as though to accentuate the point. “The environment is obviously still lying to me, so there’s no reason to wander around scrying every sodding rock.” He flashes Gideon a rueful sort of smile and explains, “Boring necromancy stuff. I won’t bore you with the gory details. Come on, I’m pretty sure the entrance is this way.”