The tunnel was long, stretching almost a quarter of a mile into the depths of the hill. It was subtle, at first, but about halfway down, thanks to his Arcane Sight, he'd start to notices Necromantic magics suffusing the walls. In fact, it seems to be everywhere, even further back, but far more subtle. It's only as they go deeper and deeper does it become noticeable.<br/><br/>Finally, the tunnel ends at a large, vaulted cavern filled with a crescent-shaped pool of softly rippling, crystal-clear water. The northern arc of the pool cuts across the end of the passage, separating the tunnel from an island covered with softly writhing green mold and pale fungus, although a rickety-looking wooden bridge spans the fifteen-foot gap. On the island itself, numerous large wine casks lie around a large central pool of glowing blue water, while along the cave ceiling thirty feet above, what appear to be a half-dozen pinpoints of light slowly wriggle and move, almost as if forming and reforming strange constellations in a false night sky.