This large room is dank, and a strange draft flows through it carrying with it a foul odor. Rubble is strewn here and there. A strange, slimy slick glistens down the western wall. Near the slick is a wooden door. The only sound in this room is a faint drip echoing from deeper in the dungeon.
As the party approached the door, Fergus and Ronan shouted out an alarm as they realized that the slick on the wall was moving and alive.
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