After an hour of steady walking at a downward cant, the twisting passage forces the group into narrower quarters, and everyone is shunted into a singlefile line. Cramped quarters lie ahead, and the reek of decay seems to be coming from somewhere nearby.
Voadam, from the middle of the marching order, holds aloft his torch. Guided by the torch's flickering yellow nimbus of light, the way ahead is illuminated enough for everyone to see that after bottlenecking for ten feet, the tunnel widens ahead into a cavern, the walls of which look to be studded with multicolored chunks of quartz. Though patches of mold, or perhaps moss, cover the crystals in swatches of brown and green, the crystals beneath pick up the lantern light and reflect it in a milleu of brilliant vermillion, canary yellow, and the deepest aquamarine down to a rich ultraviolet. The air of the cavern, though fetid, seems to vibrate with energy the closer the group approaches.