The Slave Barracks                                     -      N      - 
(-------------------------------------------------)     W <---(M)---> E
                                                        -      S      -

Your stomach rumbles.
Your throat feels parched.


  A long dreary corridor with low doorways opening to the cells that line
the hall for as far as the eye can see.  This is the residence of the slaves
that work the mines.  A feeling of complete despair hangs over the area, the
stench of illness and unwashed bodies wafting on what little air is
available here.