This room is lit only by torchlight, giving it an ominous glow. It seems that the torches continue to burn without end, an eternal hunger of flame and light. The light flickers, casting many shadows throughout this chamber of gargantuan proportions. The torches, set into stands of dark wrought-iron, reveal shadowy forms. The northeastern end of the chamber is nothing but a river of swirling blood, extending eastward, going into a rather large hole worn into the wall. The blood cascades into the pool from above, a bloodfall. No natural occurrence, this must have been wrought of some dark will, for a reason so twisted as to be understood only to the Creator. A stone ledge is set around the pool, spattered with little splashes of dried blood. The tunnel that leads the blood to the east is dark, revealing nothing within. Through the flickering firelight, you can barely make out a set of steep stone stairs leading upward, to the source of the falls. South, the natural stone succumbs to carved marble once more.