Rooms

  There are occasional boulders along the terrain from where the ancient

rock has begun to crumble.  The putrid smell of aging volcanic rock is

unavoidable, and the cold air clings to the stench needily.  There is no end

or beginning to the walls, ceiling, or floors, as the room is more

cylindrical than it is square.  The tunnel itself takes a sharp turn here,

requiring a good bit of maneuvering to get through to the next section of

rock.