"Uberbob, what are the voices?" I asked.
"They are helpful guardians who drop pearls of wisdom into my ear every time we come to a point where paths converge!" he replied. I was starting to fear that these "voices" had suddenly taken to dropping said pearls into my ear rather than Uberbob's.
We journeyed West, hopefully of our own free will. We came to another wall, where the only way forward was North.
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