Moathouse: Planting 12, Early Morning

While examining the sun on the floor, Moonshadow begins to feel agitated and rather fuzzy-headed, as if every part of his brain was trying to think about everything all at once. The feeling quickly passes when he looks away from it.

Beyond that, there is not much indication of what the room is for. It is likely they are involved in some insane religious ritual.

Snow doesn’t find much that isn’t easily found while on the floor. The walls are rough, with a number of nooks and crannies, but that is about it. In any case, the upper reaches of the chamber are tall enough that even owl-vision begins to fail and lose things in the darkness.