Solipsis walks slowly into the middle of the room, his head swiveling easily from side to side.  He stops as he reaches the center.  "Hmmm."  He murmurs, slowly turning in place, surveying the entire room from the center.  He then walks closer to the east edge, following the engravings, lightly tracing over them with his hand, trying to discern form, meaning, or function.  As he does so, he looks questioningly at the others.  "What would be the purpose of a room such as this?"  In his tribe, there was no such thing as a useless room, and certainly not one with pointless but expensive decorations.  Others were richer, but... the mind still rejected the thought that there was nothing here.