*Mochor, you sense nothing right now as you move slowly down the passage. After about fifty feet you end up in a vaulted chamber about fifteen feet across, the ceiling disappearing above your heads into darkness. It is somewhat damp and stactites cling to the ceiling above your heads, like daggers poised to strike.*
*In the chamber there are three passageways that branch off from it. There's one right in front of you, and two off to the left. The one in the middle has a faint, somewhat damp breeze coming from it. In the dust on the ground, you spot some scuffed tracks that seem to be leading to the one the farthest left. However, down the passage on the right you, Grathis, and Scinathar hear a faint, childish giggle.*