The dungeon was, just as before, anything but what was expected.<br/><br/>Twin angel statues flanked a pair of once mighty iron doors now rusted to a point where a decent portion was merely a kind of orange-brown dust scattered on the flagstone floor. The picture-esque scene of marble stairs amidst verdant flora was gone, and yet there was no doubt that this was the location Tashiel had been in just the day before. The dungeon had changed entirely somehow, mystically, and now she seemed to be at the entrance of a crumbling keep.<br/><br/>The doors offered no resistance to Tashiel, and she was able to pass easily into an immense room of many stone columns reaching to a ceiling shrouded in darkness high above. Every column had a pair of braziers to its west and its east respectively, and when the elf drew near these lit up with a brilliant green blaze as silent as it was devoid of any warmth. These provided more than enough light for Tashiel to navigate in the immediate, but as bright as each brazier was they revealed naught but further columns and further braziers, and... other, less wholesome things whose furtive titters and scampering above did not go unnoticed by Tashiel. Whatever the events of the yesterday had been, she<em>was</em>an accomplished adventurer, and so she recognized that some unseen threat was lurking above her.<br/><br/>But no threat ever revealed itself, and after an indeterminable length of time the scarlet-haired elf came to a point where the seemingly never-ending columns ceased, and flagstone turned to rough rock. A kind of tunnel sloped downwards, with only distant dim glowing lights and a tantalizing, incense-like aroma wafting up from it as hints to what lay down it. Alternatively the cavern continued past the point of this tunnel, though a rushing stream cut through it blocking Tashiel's advance. She would have to either wade through the stream or find some other means of advancing past it.