At the bottom of their graceless (and soundless) descent, they find themselves on the landing between two sets of stairs. The first set is the one down which they recently tumbled. The second set leads a further ten feet down to the sunken floor and a walkway which cuts toward the far side of the cavernous chamber through what might have once been a shallow reflection pool. From the comparatively dark stain of the basins to that of the walkway's stones, it's highly doubtful that water was what was doing the reflecting.

It's dark. It's quiet. It smells very old.

The far side of the room is dominated by a fantastic brass city in miniature. It rises from out of where the walkway suddenly ends to form an untraversable ramp (unless someone feels like trampling over miniature rooftops and the miniscule population of figures in residence). The ramp slopes up to an impressive height of around ten feet and leads to where it ends flush to an unsettlingly lifelike depiction of Dumat. The figure is half mural and half artistically rendered column, effectively making it appear as if the great dragon is emerging from the chamber's rear wall to meet the city's pinnacle. At the lower end of the brass city, a gate is set into its miniature wall. The twin watchtowers are empty.

Flanking either side of the walkway is a slightly raised platform. Above each hangs a large black bell with a brass tongue. The chains from which they're suspended stretch up into the darkness toward a matching black city which hangs down from the ceiling far above their heads.