A platform of obsidian keeps you raised one hundred feet above

unforgiving magma. Tongues of fire erupt from the molten surface, some

seeming to reach out for you, to bring you down into the flames below.

Anyone foolish enough to get to close to the edge would soon find out

how easily they could fall down into the liquid furnace below. A faint

orange glow seems to come from the wall in a southerly direction. The

cliff you stand on seems stable to stop your possible fiery end.