"Now, how would you tell the difference?" he chuckled and walked them through the changing hallways. As they neared one portal, the sound of trinkling and splashing grew gently louder.
In the center of the sunken room was a delicate and elaborate fountain with arches, founts and arms of marble. Crystal balls of wishes bobbed and floated along the current's swirls. In the high gothic windows hung chattering chimes strung erratically as if arranged but a spider with her death ward in the rose window set highest.