"I am... not certain. I have not seen many of them, since I was captured, though Vordakai would occasionally go and speak to these... jars, in the back room," she said, gesturing back, deeper into the lair she had emerged from. "I was not in control of myself, and could not uncover more... and I did not understand his words."<br/><br/>This chamber stretches forward into darkness. A channel of sulfurous water runs down the center of the chamber into a placid pool tinged in red and surrounded by kneeling forms. Nearby sits a small stone shrine decorated with several freshly severed human heads. Just beyond this grisly altar, a hideous throne made of bones looms above the pool. A large pile of treasure lies to the north, looking recently rummaged-through.<br/><br/>Through the door at the back, the walls of this dome-ceilinged room are filled with stone niches, each bearing a number of strangely shaped glass jars. Each jar is about a foot tall, is stoppered with a clot of black wax, and contains a swirling plume of glowing white smoke—there are dozens of these jars on display, and the swirling light each emits gives this chamber an otherworldly feel.