The switchback stairs go down 20 feet end at a landing before the group goes down another set. As they go down a fortress emerges from the darkness. The subterranean citadel, though impressive, seems to have been long forgotten, if the lightless windows, cracked crenellations, and leaning towers are any indication. All is quiet, though a cold breeze comes up from below carrying the faint scent of dust and rot.
The narrow stairs empty into a small courtyard, apparently the top of what was once a battlement. The buried citadel has sunk so far into the earth that the battlement is now level with the surrounding floor. That floor stretches away to the north and south, composed of a layer of treacherous, crumbled masonry, which reaches an unknown depth. To the west looms a tower with a wooden door.