Now following the left, right, left law and after several seconds in the dark stinking tunnels you arrive to a inn's hall sized cave, the light from Miltiades's torch reveals a hideous place. This cave seems cut at strange angles, creating disturbing shadows and weird , seemingly impossible bends and curves. The stone is a cloudy purple color. Rising from the floor to ceiling is a tall, four sided column, natural but extensively carved so that each sided sports a different graven image. Before the column is an altar made of dull, porous, slightly corroded black rock, sitting atop a 1-foot high platform of a black stone speckled and streaked with violet. The room is cold – a soul-numbing chill that grips one's very heart, as well as one's sanity. It is a fact, rather than a mere judgment, that this is an evil place.
