Was this even where she was supposed to be?
The place was not exactly the height of style or sophistication. In fact, it was downright depressing - the fog was thick enough to suffocate, and the ground squelched unpleasantly beneath Lamia's boots as she walked. Every tree looked like the next tree. There was no way of telling if she was going round in circles or not; she could only hope that that was not the case. What a whole load of fuss over nothing.