[Ulf'Hara Keep, Catacombs]
You momentarily lose your bearings amid the high-pitched squeaks of the bats flapping above you and the rats skittering around your feet. Suddenly, you sense a cold, dry hand drop upon your shoulder. Wheeling round, you see row after row of long, narrow niches carved deep into the granite foundations of the Keep. Each niche holds the mummified body of a long-dead hero. You also see a trapdoor.
Obvious exits: none.