The Cold Gallery

Water has been at work here for a long time. The remains of a rope ladder hang from a hole in the ceiling, well out of reach. A wax stub is fixed to a ledge with its own drippings, burned down to nothing. There is a hollow sound behind the east wall, as though the stone were not solid.

Depth 13.

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