Drip drip drop drop op gurgle oooh Thunk thunk thunk Rooooaaaaawwwwwr It is not a restful night. Although the feast that you discovered in the Trencher of Divine Sustenance provided much needed nourishment, still you huddle in this dark throne room, a place that only a madman could call palatial, tryng to rest, fearing at every moment that the wizard Bargle will come flying down the shaft in the ceiling. But, no, instead, you hear the fierce rumblings and crashings of a dungeon that seems alive with terror. The jewelled throne sparkles with semi precious stones reflected in your lamp light. The shimmering quivers as the stone throne itself rattles on its dais. Something is angry, not far away.