Unlike the rest of this massive structure, this room actually looks like an underground cavern. It’s not drippy or moldy the way Petra may have imagined, but it’s lit by several large chandeliers with actual candles, and the walls are some kind of bare stone the color of sand, interspersed with matching wall sconces. Here and there, columns of the stone dot the room to support the high ceiling. It isn’t exactly dark, but my eyes still need a moment to adjust to the relatively low lighting as compared to the electric lights running in the rest of the Hall, which I now gather is an official title of this subterranean city, and not a descriptor.
The floor is made of a dark wood, almost ebony in color. The purple rug we walk across stretches from the doors down a medium length tunnel and int
