| This place is fashioned of polished
brown stone. The ceiling overhead is 12 feet high. No cressets are here, nor any other place to put torch or candle. The floor is dirt from wall to wall — a rich dark soil, loosely compacted. The room is otherwise empty. |
The soil, 6 feet deep, can be thoroughly
examined in 30 man-turns, but no treasure
is here. This room is where Zuggtmoy
once
came to sleep, her stem-legs planted in the
loam.