Coming up to the two tunnels, he held up a hand and walked over to investigate them. What he'd do, he'd do for both: pausing to listen, sniffing the air, holding a wet finger up to check for moving wind. Returning to the first and listening again, he tapped his foot a few times, seemingly an automatic motion. Then he nodded and stood straight, returning over to her.

"The one on the right seems like an ordinary tunnel, but the one on the left has water somewhere down it, and smells like moss and mushrooms."