It takes some time, during which several splinters lodge themselves under the skin of your hands, but eventually the scrape of wood against wood gives way to the smell of smoke and the faint glow of flame. Finally, the cloth catches fire on your makeshift torch, casting a flickering reddish glow on your surroundings.
This is a small round room with but a single arched exit. Patterns of repeating vines and flowers twine themselves over the archway. Carvings in ancient Cathayan cover several small rectangular sections of wall. A handful of barrels lie against the curved wall, along with a few small wooden boxes; one barrel lies broken open before you, the dry and ancient soil within having spilled out onto the stone floor. And in the center of the room, you see a stone sarcophagus on a small dais.