IX - The Vaults of the Dead
As the investigators continue north, the wavering illumination ahead flickers once, twice, and then goes dark. The four men hear no further noises ahead, save for the continued sounds of weeping.
Shortly, the small group comes upon another chamber, this one considerably smaller than the room with the terrible pit. The air within is colder, so much so that within moments of entering it, each of the investigators see the steam of their own breath, the icy air gnawing though their light clothing and spreading a chill through their bones.
There are two exits from the room: a narrow tunnel leading east and a set of rusted iron rungs set into the northern wall that lead upward into deep shadow.
Dust covers the floor. Near the eastern side of the room, a yellowed skeleton is curled into the fetal position, a long cold candle clutched in its dead hand. The sound of crying is loud within the chamber, close enough to be coming from a person standing alongside one of the investigators, but save for remains at the men’s feet, the room is vacant.