At the bottom of the stairs, Lazarus found himself standing at the mouth of a wide, roughly star-shaped, cave that was almost a hundred feet from one end to the other, and an easy twenty feet at its highest point. All along the walls were more of the green torches that provided bright illumination along the perimeter, but quickly gave way to shadows toward the center. The ground that he stood on only continued for about five feet before dropping of into the spring that filled the cavern. Steam rose from the surface of the water, implying geothermal heating, and covering the walls in a condensation. From the look of things, Lazarus had the place to himself.