Fionna takes the right path without hesitation, fleeing from Polaris.

Your footsteps intermingle with the echoing laughter of the many living statues as you make your way deeper through the hallway. It seems like any dilapidated old castle from one of those vampire movies. Certainly there would be nothing sinister afoot.

You enter a room. It is bare, save for two hallways, contrived of the same dank dungeon brick. They both lead into darkness. One heads north, the other west.