The light blooms from Andras, illuminating the room in sharper detail.

With some effort Avita is able to pry the tile loose, then haul it out of the ground. She is instantly greeted by the redoubled stench of rot. Beneath the tiles, buried only in a thin layer of dirt, lies the decomposing corpse of a gnome wearing the simple brown linens of a peasant. Hundreds of insects crawl in and out of the body, glutting themselves on the rancid flesh. You would guess that the unfortunate gnome has been dead for about two weeks.