Map.

Peering south down the hallway, Vassi sees that it is devoid of life for the moment. Like the little they had seen thus far, it was smooth stone walls and a ceiling perhaps fifteen feet high. This hallway is wider than the previous one, allowing two to walk abreast instead of going single-file.

As the door is not right in front of the hallway but rather slightly off from it, she can only see about ten feet down its length. What she can see seems to be strewn with rubble -- crumbled rock and bits of broken wood. The place is strangely quiet, save for the ever-present dripping of water, her own breathing, and the movement of her comrades behind her.