Continuing on down the western passage, the party comes to a turn to the south. Valamir immediately hears chattering around the corner. Scouting just ahead he spies three goblins milling about a square column at the entrance to what must have once been a storeroom for the builders. One picks his nose. One is gleefully tearing into a raw dire rat that's still kicking and biting. The third urinates in a tall arc into the water below the platform. He waggles his hips back and forth and sings to himself in the goblin language while trying to sink a floating piece of excrement.

Using scrap wood and rusted pipes, they've erected a crude 3 feet tall barricade along the path. In the water, a heaping pile of filth has collected against it as it partially obstructs the sewer's flow.