Caleb will gladly take that compliment. In fact, his heart does that little leaping pitter-patter when Yussa smiles and tells him he cleans up well. Gods, what even a little praise from this man does to him.

Some of his curiosity is sated as they continue. Many of the paintings with a magical aura are obvious; as Caleb had suspected, the effects of the illusions work in tandem with the art. Caleb thinks this effect is best utilized in landscapes, in a subtle sway of trees in an intangible breeze, or scenes with a wide focus. He particularly likes one of a colorful marketplace with figures moving through it on a timed cycle. It's clever.

He's a little less of a fan of the oddly pornographic piece depicting a nude woman laying on a sandy beach in shallow water apparently being lovingly embraced by some sort of betentacled sea monster. Honestly, the sea monster isn't the problem here; it's the woman's strange proportions, just off enough to be unsettling, and how he can't stop himself from wincing at the idea of sand in tender places.

It's as he's tearing his eyes away from this piece with a grimace that Caleb realizes something he should have clocked a while ago: there don't appear to be any other doors in this chamber. By all appearances, the door they entered through is also the only exit.

"Either this is a dead end, or our way out is hidden," he says, turning a fresh eye on the room with this in mind.