This passage has becomed tight and cramped from the great pieces of

rubble that jut from the walls. Something with great strength has

smashed these walls, breaking off great chunks of stone. Because of

this you find it difficult to traverse easily through this crushing

passage. The only sound to greet you is your own heavy breathing, and

the reeking smell of death seems to flavor the stagnate air. A pile

of rubble marks what used to be a passage to the southwest.