As we climb, we pass more narrow windows, traveling up the now normal width and height spiraling staircase. Vosh still has to squeeze, but he's comfortable enough in the back I can focus on paying attention to the climb.
There's no further hatches, each level punctuated by another round room, another set of narrow slit windows. I take the chance to peek out each of them as we rise, shocked we haven't run into anyone yet, though Graldor's dedication to sealing the exits as we pass might have something to do with our continuing quiet ascension. Surely we can't continue unnoticed for much longer, but we've passed almost six floors so far without
being challenged so my optimism wars with my utter faith we're going to be tossed into the fire pit any second now.