As you round the corner...<br/><br/>Light streams into this vaulted chamber, separated into beams by the bars that guard the tiny window-slits. It illuminates a circular well bordered by a low wall, similar to that in the portico, save that this one is darkened by grotesque bloodstains both ancient and fresh. Rusting iron cages are set into the far wall, while the others bear bas-relief sculptures that illustrate the macabre rites that must have once taken place here.<br/><br/>If the graven images are to be believed, creatures were locked inside these cages, awaiting their turn to be dropped into the central well. Below, a great skeletal dragon would rend their flesh and feast upon the souls it contained.<br/><br/>A snarling grunt issues from the dark corner of the room to the right of the entrance. A low mass of shaggy fur and sharp claws eyes you warily, and you hear the sound of metal on stone as the oversized wolverine - twin or to the one you’ve just slain - shifts in the shadows. You can barely make out the chain that secures it, perhaps long enough for the wolverine’s jaws to reach you - or not. Beyond, a Blackscale works with quiet, frantic energy, almost scrabbling at an unassuming section of wall at the back of the room.