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The ornately carved passageway heads north for some distance and you move forward carefully, checking each footfall for any sign of a trap or other device. Some time passes as you make your way down the passage, a lone figure framed in the darkness by the light of your flickering torch. It lights only a small area around you, and it is difficult to judge how far you have travelled, but the air is noticeably colder in this part of Stoneholme and it gets colder as you move further along the hallway. Small pools of water well up from the floor and rivulets of moisture run down the passage walls into shallow drainage ditches. Above all the cold and wet holds the smell of ash and in these close confines results in a peculiar heavy feeling that permeates the air.
Just as you are beginning to wonder if the passage will ever come to an end it veers sharply to the east. As you look down this new corridor there is very little that can be seen. It is difficult to tell how far it extends, the light from your torch reaching into dim flickering shadows only a short distance ahead, but as you peer into the darkness you can sense that danger is close at hand. Moving forward cautiously you can hear faintly the sounds of singing wafting down the passage. It is so indistinct that it is difficult to tell from where it originates. Intent on trying to identify the sounds you stop and concentrate hard in the quiet corridor, but the singing ends before you have a chance to fathom exactly where it may be coming from. Unsure of its origin you take a firmer hold on the hilt of your weapon and go forward with greater care. No more than 30 metres into this eastern passage you come across a most welcome sight. In the northern wall there has been set a water fountain, its cool fresh liquid spraying upward from a life-size statue of a Dwarvendim girl holding a small fish.

If you wish to take a drink from the fountain turn to section 32. If you would much rather leave it turn to section 145.


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