As you open the door you are met with a long, dark hallway. Half flooded, the smell is abhorrent as the passage is clogged with decaying corpses. Upon the lefthand wall are long dead torches and banners.

You hear scurrying of rats and other weird noises. You notice this is a backwards entrance, for the longer you trod through the water, the nobler the intent of the building becomes; coffins line the walls and the corpses disappear to rest in them, and the shallower the water becomes.

 The snake you met previously, you feel, must have some darker intent. It was guarding something as it lay waiting, and it is so that some mal-intent is born in these halls, for you feel a chill on your back spike up your hairs like nothing you've seen here in the border yet ; and the corpses, from before, you feel float as if still alive, if only in thought.

You catch a yellow glimpse from one of the half-open coffins over your right shoulder. Some coin?

You see that the hallway ends abruptly and leads into a way split into two, curved paths; like an arch, yet the bare stone you feel hides something. It is not red like the other walls here, but hewn from slashed grey bricks.