A door to an underground lair is a lure to any adventurer’s heart. Treasures and travails await you in the dark and musty labyrinth below.
Key scents: dirt, dankness
“This exists. It can be seen. It can be touched. These in pace, these dungeons, these iron hinges, these necklets, that lofty peep-hole on a level with the river’s current, that box of stone closed with a lid of granite like a tomb, with this difference, that the dead man here was a living being, that soil which is but mud, that vault hole, those oozing walls, –what declaimers!”
– Victor Hugo,