This is the inside of the mouth of a large, natural cave, the dark

brown stone worn by time and water. The Silver river crashes down from

far above into a churning pool, then flows out of the cave to the

west. A foul stench wafts down from whence the river falls, smelling

somewhat like decaying flesh and rancid animals. The only exits are

along the river to the west, or up a stair of crudely carved stone

stair which winds up the side of the waterfall.