Daniel is standing in the entrance to a grand chamber. The floors are covered by a thick layer of dust, but I can almost see the reflection of the room in them anyway. Polished up, this floor probably has a mirror shine.
There are columns leading down the room, holding up a ceiling covered in a mural of a battle between dragons as they fly around a mountain. Presumably, the one were inside of.
Do you think this is what happened to them? Petra asks.
I shake my head. They wouldnt have had the time to paint the ceiling, I say. My eyes follow the painting to a vanishing point. And thats where I see the dungeon entrance.