Sand and dust litter the floor here, as you get the impression this

stone has lied here, untouched for ages. Silence fills the air, and

every sound you make seems like some descration, as if demanding

something to take notice. You find yourself in a large jail cell, with

a barred gate to the north. Suddenly a hideous cackle sounds from

nowhere, hitting your spine like a spike of ice. Something is aware of

your prescence. A jagged hole upwards provides the only escape.