You descend a staircase for several minutes, small orbs of light activating as you go. The air grows steadily colder, and at last you emerge in a small but cavernous room lit with candles and alters. Small eddies of dust stir on the ground as you walk.
At the end, the space opens into a massive catacomb system. Within it you see long hallways, room after room, each with alcoves for the bodies of the dead. The musky air smells heavily of incense and oils, and each body is covered with a silky white sheet. From the sound of the echoes and the lights far ahead, you imagine this could go on for miles underground. Your skin prickles with the thought of so many dead beneath the city.
Closer to the entrance, one hallway goes off in the opposite direction, up a slight incline. It is brighter here, and various tools are neatly stacked. It looks to be some kind of area for the caretakers.
You travel up the hallway and it stops at a dead end. Strangely, the wall here seems to be made of bricks centuries newer than the surrounding stone. Its construction is poor, and the mortar is dry and crumbling.
Through a crack you can see light on the other side. A bit of muscle should bring the wall down...
