<div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/3b/8f/1e/3b8f1ec8823825f58ba606d0a963c1c7--tomb-of-horrors.jpg)</div><br/>When the torches lit up, they reflected back metallic sheens from the walls, ceiling, and the floor, amplifying their light further than they normally would have. The initial layout of Tandi's surroundings show that she is in a corridor. In the direction she arbitrarily designated north, was a sloping wall of rubble. Near the bottom of the debris, was a grizzly detail, a desiccated foot stuck out from the pile. Most likely, this was Durnan's storyteller's friend, that died in one of the tomb's traps. Crushed under tons of rubble was a helluva way to go...<br/><br/>Looking south, the width of the tunnel was about twenty feet wide and the ceiling was about twenty feet high. The torchlight reflected back bright, brilliant colors everywhere, the colored stones and pigments undimmed by the passage of centuries. The floor of the corridor was a color mosaic of green stone, with a distinct, winding path of red tiles about two feet wide snaking its way south down the corridor. Looking at the walls, there was no stonework upon them, or the ceiling for that matter, plaster or cement had been smoothed over all of these surfaces. Those plastered surfaces were then illustrated with grazing livestock, a copse with several wolves in the background, workers of all races going about various tasks, even strange human-animal mixtures like pig-humans, ape-humans, dog-humans, and so on. Some frescoes would show rooms in some buildings, a library filled with books and scrolls, the door of a torture chamber, and a wizard's work room. Other pictures were of chairs, windows, boxes, bales, doors, chests, birds, bats, spiders, and all manner of other things. It was an intricate and mosaic art gallery as it stretched south into the blackness beyond. About ten feet from Tandi on the west wall was a protrusion. Two jackel-headed human figures are painted so as to appear to be holding a real bronze chest that protrudes from the wall.<br/><br/>Checking for sounds of things or creatures... none at all, save the crackling an popping of her lit torches. The goosebumps Tandi had from the cool temperature subsided as she got to work setting up her little base camp, or at least a starting point in this place. The tentacle ring on her finger would tenderly caress her knuckles and the back of her hand at times and while she could pull the ring off and look it over or set it down, the moment she put it out of her mind and her eyes went to look at something else, she would feel the teeny suckering grip her ring finger again.