South. That way led back to the Oneiric Vortex and the prowling miasmagaster spawnlings. Going in that direction didn't particularly thrill him. Bujilli was loathe to cross paths with the flatulent spawnlings.
Along the hallway, on either side there are alcoves like the one he recently used for a hiding spot. But exploring them would leave the looming menace of the Oneiric Vortex right behind him, and it was only a matter of time before something came through the vortex, or one of the pother spawnlings found a way past.
There were a couple of chambers, one on either side as well, that could be examined. The one to the East might have been the miasmagaster's sleeping den. But Bujilli wasn't sure. He was getting nervous. Unsure. It was becoming hard to concentrate.
The vortex was already beginning to affect him.
He considered once more the prospect of exploring the miasmagaster's den, or possibly rooting about in some of the alcoves and niches cut into the walls of the hallway, but Bujilli decides against it. It was high time to get moving. Time to get away from the vortex, the spawnlings and anything unpleasant that might come through the vortex.
Bujilli adjusted his pack, re-checking the cords wound about the hole in his wine skin to make sure that the unconscious spawnling was in fact still secure. Then, with a grimace of determination, Bujilli spit on the floor, rubbed his oddly mis-matched hands together and set off on his sojourn. He decided to push ahead along the hallway, going North, away from the Oneiric Vortex and the hungry creatures prowling about it to the South. (moving towards area 8 on the Map.)
A Quick Peek at the Map...