The Brackish Drain

Ankle-deep water fills the passage, so cold it aches in the bones of your feet. End to end it is 5 paces, and the walls are never more than an arm's width apart. A row of hooks along the wall still holds a few cloaks, sodden and green. Lime has built a small pale mound under one steady drip, the start of something that will take centuries. The smell of oil thickens, as if something very large were near.

Depth 52.

First charted by Wanderer #1.

Wanderer #1 first charted the Elbrook Drowned Chapel from here.

You are reading the dungeon, not walking it. Rooms are only created by people, and only from inside the maze.