A short set of wide ceremonial steps leads down to a cavernous chapel in which the congregants would gather for sermons in happier times. The vibrant orange and red starburst of Sarenrae still stands behind a film of rusted rainwater and dirt along the north wall overlooking the collapsed altar. Between the stairs and the altar stand dozens of old marble benches, many overturned and even more broken into two or more pieces. A wide walkway bisects the pews, leading directly to the raised altar. Here and there a few clumps of the original red carpet along this thoroughfare hang on against rot and neglect.<br/><br/>Above the center of the chapel, dangling about ten feet from the floor, hangs a cluster of gnoll skulls in various stages of decay. Strung together like a ghoulish candelabra of twine and bone, the boulder-sized ornament hangs from the wooden rafters about twenty feet above the ground, and seems almost to have been turned into a tent of sorts. The rafters themselves have been largely enveloped by a vast nest of fabric, and the pugwampis are hiding on the various crossbeams, starting to target the group more directly. Worse yet, the only way into the rafters was a wood and iron ladder back behind the altar itself.<br/><br/>Fortunately the creatures aim were abysmal, and their arrows showered around the group. Phyrreth, on the other hand cackled and shouted. "Burn!"<br/><br/>Another ray of fire burnt clean through one of the pugwampis, while Zyrah's stone went wide. Syral, on the other hand, clocked one of them over the head hard, and the rat-like creature fell off the rafter to splatter on one of the benches below.