The Waiting Row

The walls lean in toward the top, the niches following them, so that the dead look down at you. It is 5 paces long and narrow enough to touch both walls at once. A brass bell lies on a ledge, its handle worn, the kind rung to say the carts were coming. Someone has scratched a tally into the wall — 60 marks, the last one shallow, unfinished.

Depth 60.

First charted by Wanderer #1.

Wanderer #1 first charted the Rookwood Plague Pits from here.

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