Through the dried blood splatters you walk, sans scout. The rough tunnels leads through a collapsed area which give way to large flagstone walls, floors and ceilings. The walls are 12 feet high, but the chamber arches to maybe 20 feet high in the middle.
To the right, you can see the original entrance is caved in and calcified over. There are crumbled steps and toppled Doric columns leading nowhere.
In the middle of the room stands a 12-foot iron statue atop a broad three-foot-high plinth of black marble. The statue depicts a sneering Hyperborean woman gripping a scythe in her left hand, with the blade resting upon her left shoulder. The statue's right hand reaches forwards, palm up, with fingers cupped together.
The statues marble base is etched with Hyperborean EsotericAs you all know, is an ancient language that has no modern translations other than magic and thief's decipher script. pictographs. Flecks of blood, some fresh some dried, stain her outstretched palm and spatter the flagstone floor below her hand.