Sunday 1 August 1280, Afternoon (What that pool may be, Thou shalt behold...)

Gaven attempts to speak with the clear water within the pool, asking what the red substance is and how to get rid of it.

Oloc looks on intently as Gaven tries to speak with the faces in the liquid "mirror" of the pool. He avoids getting too close to the strange sight. "What is this madness?"

In response to Gaven's attempt at communication, the faces thrashing about in the pool seem to strain toward the cleric, plaintively looking to him for help it seems, but unable to articulate coherent speech, with but a single exception. Gaven is able to make out just one word, periodically repeated in painful, accusatory tones: "Rottblood."

Uneasy about what he sees in front of him, Duran carefully circles the room looking for anything of note.

The archer sees that despite the violent struggle going on within the pool, not a single bit of either the clear fluid or the red substance has spilled out over the edge of the "mirror." The floor all about is entirely dry.

Unable to get anything further from the howling faces, Gaven joins Duran in examining the area, avoiding contact with the red substance. Closer study reveals nothing further however.

Meanwhile, Oloc moves to inspect the two doors and listens at each of them in turn.

The doors are of old wood, much like the other doors in the catacombs. Both are unlocked, and Oloc detects no traps. He hears nothing beyond either door but, as might be expected, the draft beneath the door to the north is colder than that to the south. Additionally, Oloc detects a faint whiff of the foul odor previously noted to the north as well.

As the torch burns down, a new one is lit.*

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OOC: Actions?

*I took the liberty, please mark one off if you haven't already.

Time: 15:10
Current Torch Expires:16:10