Rooms

  You can hear a dull roar up ahead somewhere.  The only way to describe

this tunnel is "moist."  A small rivulet of water trickles through the

center.  The damp earth of the walls is covered by all kinds of molds and

fungi.  The threads of ore once in the walls are difficult to see behind the

fuzzy piles of decay and mold.  Beatles skitter away from your lights as you

enter.  The ground and walls boil with the activity of slugs, maggots, and

other nasty creatures of decomposition.