The room is totally black and only if Zabeth can keep her balance on the very edge, hugging the wall, will she keep from sliding down the slope to the hole below. Hopefully she has a rope attached to her before she ventures close enough to peer down. The drop is about thirty feet into a raging current of water. With her torch she can see the water. The roar of it now audible.<br/><br/>The room itself is a magical barrier to sound and sight. Only as she gets past the six feet of inky blackness can she see with the torch. The drop is a slope with a sandy bottom, very slippery. Stepping in the middle will send anyone sliding without a hope of stopping.<br/><br/>Far below, Rose looks up to see where Zabeth is standing. "I am unhurt, just bruised. There is a path here that leads up. I think Katul is all right, but he may have lost his sword. We are both very wet and cold. Good news is I am feeling more magic return to me. Not fully, but more than I had."