Rooms

  The dry creek bed winds upwards through the peaks, making it a fairly

easy trip.  The shadows from the cliffs protect you from the inclemant

weather that seems to torture this mountain side.  You stumble and look down

to see what is beneath your feet.  It appears to be smooth, bleached rocks

or wood of some sort.  You pick up a piece it of and turn it over, examining

it.  Quickly you drop it, they aren't rocks they are human bones.