You leap to Princess and start spouting all manner of mysticism-fearing sentiments. Going so far as grabbing her horn and swatting at the light, though without striking her. Enraged, she shoves you off of her. Evidently walking down the dark corridor is serious time. You’re always the last pony to find out these things.

Princess begins to slowly lead, having taken your nonsense to mean you aren’t going to help. But you decide better and head on in front. You glance back a few times to make sure Princess and Namy are still behind you, and the pace is much quicker this way.

You begin to softly hum a little tune, though you can’t remember where you first heard it. Princess and Namy recognize it, but they can’t remember it’s origin either. The three of you spend the next minute or so humming various tunes, some you recognize and some you don’t. For the first time, the three of you seem to all be getting along.

As you near the stairway, you start to wish you had brought the spear along. It’s not that you couldn’t have carried all of the weapons and then some; they certainly weren’t that heavy. But this isn’t a video game and the actual act of carrying them would have proven difficult. You already have a bow slung over your back, a quiver with twenty arrows on your side, your saddlebags with a little food, and the clawed gauntlet on your right forehoof. The staff and spear are still back in the armory, if you ever need them.

The stairs emerge into what amounts to little more than a stone awning; much smaller than the hall you first entered. Pillars support the roof, but there are no walls. From here you see snow on the ground, and more falling from the sky. It’s certainly much colder out here than where you entered! In the distance are a few structures, but some of them look destroyed.

Stepping toward the edge of the roof and looking up reveals this area to be a boxed canyon. The cliff sides go up quite a ways, and even curve slightly inward. The cloud producing the snow is actually resting inside the crown, obscuring the sky.

Namy sounds perplexed. She says she’s flown over and around every inch of this mountain a thousand times and never seen an opening like this. Before anything else can be said, she puts her knives away and takes to the skies.

She disappears from view.