"I was under the impression you needed an escort," says Zenyatta with humor in his voice. "If we separate, then I would not be doing good at my job."

But regardless of that little detail and jest, Zenyatta hovers forward. If the elemental spirit wishes for quiet, then he thinks that deeper inside the caverns, away from the outside noise, would probably be where it is. He tries to listen past the hums and clicks of his own internal workings. It's almost like he has fallen into a meditative trance.

Then he randomly pick a path that takes the western wall because it looks interesting. Zenyatta's wandering and curious heart makes the choice for him.