Elesis is keeping to the group for right now, barely avoiding making a face at the awful stench. Slowly the group is fanning out of the main room, though. She stops to observe the walls, showing a dark sun and a lighter sun. Carvings of hands reach up to the dark sun, fingers curled in something like terror, or suffering, while those reaching to the light sun seem to be accepting something.

There's pillars all throughout the main hall, and the floor is wet. It's so muddy though that she's not sure if it's the fresh rain water or more bloodshed.

Something crunches beneath her feet, and the light of her lantern shows it's the glass of a different lantern, as if it'd been dropped. Nearby is a box of supplies, like what the merchants had been loading onto the wagon.