Once you've patched up the injuries you press on, noting that the monks seemed to live at truly ascetic lifestyle, with no spoils of war to be claimed from their deaths or the waiting room. You pass beyond the murals, beyond the double doors. Inside is a smaller room, barely a hallway, leading to a single-file spiral staircase that descends only down into the belly of the beast.

With only one path, you press on into darkness, down, and down, and down. Locked with cold stone on all sides, the distance is drawn only in the number of breaths and the quiet steps on stone.

Before you reach the bottom, however, you reach steps completely encompassed in a vast fog cloud that blocks all attempts at sight, even if allowing free passage. Neither light nor darkvision penetrate it, meaning that what little sight you did have is now robbed all the moreso.