As Dances with Sand steps into the room, the art on the ceiling changes, this time the person in agony is the dwarf. Currently he seems to be pumping those short legs, running up an endless flight of stairs. At the same time the ceiling seems to be closing in on him and as his legs tire, it seems something is biting at the back of his heels, eating through his boots and then beginning to draw blood. Eventually it seems the trap is to much and the dwarf is quickly ground up by whatever it was that was chasing him right as the ceiling hits the ground and crushing his remains. Then the next scene starts...

Ignoring the ghastly images of the horrors happening to his likeness, Dances with Sand investigates the floor. It seems to be carved stone held together by a seemingly porous mortor that has allowed the water to drain away slowly. Currently it's more fragile than it would be dry. The taps of the knife and pushing weight do not seem to cause any changes.