The two trudged alone, passing strange and disturbing architecture along the way. There was a narrow corridor filled with statues on either side of each wall, the statues, upon closer inspection, were of human-shaped figures, but with either the head of a rooster or of a toad. An egg fashioned of dark stone was held to their bosom, which sparkled against the backdrop of green light still burning from the lanterns above. This led to a room with another statue acting as the centrepiece. The statue was unassuming enough, a large serpent coiled with its head upright and its eyes seeming to follow the observer around the room, but below the serpent lay five skeletons knelt and head bowed in prayer to the statue. Whether the skeletons were carved of stone or were real, Astor shuddered to think. As they delved deeper, the signs of spiders in the vicinity became more pronounced. Wiping cobwebs from his eyes, Astor could not help but feel they were going the wrong way and that he had been led to folly by Kreacher's nose. While heading down a particularly cobwebbed passage, Kreacher stopped and perked his ears, then Astor heard it too, the scurrying of feverish footsteps below them. The spiders were coming. Acting decisively, Astor decided to hold his ground rather than flee; he thought it would be good to run anyway. His two legs were no match for eight, particularly when one of his legs was marred by injury. He felt responsible for the elf that had helped him so greatly, though.