"I do...sense something this way," Serten said, looking back at Yrag.
"You can't sense things without using a spell first," Yrag said skeptically. "Murlynd, talk some sense into them."
"Sorry, Yrag, but I am with them on this," Murlynd said with a shrug as they moved forward. "I would like to see just where exactly we are..."
The style of architecture was so similar between the two castle dungeons that it was hard to differentiate a corridor in one from a corridor in the other. It had, in fact, taken some time to convince everyone that teleportals were transporting them between the two castles without their knowing it. None could explain why such an extraordinary feature was on these particular levels of the dungeons, though, to be fair, little of what the mad archmage turned demigod, Zagyg, had built down here made much sense to them.
What was known was that the two castles -- Greyhawk and El Raja Key -- were about 180 miles apart. The ride back to Greyhawk a month ago was still fresh in their minds, from the last time they failed to find the teleportal back. If they failed this time, it would be quite some time before they saw Robilar and Mordenkainen again.
Except for Yrag, no one seemed particularly worried about that. Yet.