You’re in a small, low-ceilinged one-room house, somewhat like a team cabin but built of a dark shiny stone. There are plants growing all over the walls and floor and ceiling—ivy twined with some sort of black vine. Try not to trip. It’s also scorching hot; there are no windows, and the only door is the one you came through.

There is a bed, a cabinet big enough to hold a man, a wooden desk with a single drawer, and a table in the middle of the room with thirteen copper figurines arranged in a circle upon it. There's something else in the middle of the circle.