Streaks of softly glowing gold lichen run across the striated walls above the twenty-foot mark, and reach upward toward the ceiling where they glow very softly, almost a pastel yellow. The bottom twenty feet of wall on the north, west, and south, are hollowed out just enough to form natural rock shelves. In the middle of the dark floor is a table-like altar formed of the same stone as the walls. A perfectly sized slab of bloodstone rests upon the top of this altar stone, and upon it rests a book. There is just enough light to read this book, and any other which is to be found on the shelves here. In the northwest corner a marble statue rises up, tall as a giant, of a warrior in spiked armor wielding a battlestaff in one hand and a shield in the other, one foot upon the body of what appears to be a fallen mage, whose left hand holds a broken stave carved with magical runes. To the east is a vaulted archway, huge and wide, such that a giant or two might pass through without touching rock.