Amirad picks away at the red stalagmite. It gives way easily, as packed, dried mud might, and an ancient, musty odor issues forth. Indeed, it appears to have been made from shaped mud bricks, and there is a space inside. Bringing the light close, the structure proves to be hollow, but empty. Enough of the stalagmite is cleared to stick a head and torch inside, and the thin, narrow chamber of the inside of the stalagmite extends emptily downward into the darkness, into a space apparently filled with debris made of more mud bricks and timbers.
Lidia is satisfied that the ceiling in this place is safe and properly braced for a mine. There appears to be no risks of a cave-in here.