It does appear to be nothing more than a basement. Uncomfortably hot except immediately around Pouch, full of dust and a rather offensive rotten egg smell, but, apparently, just a basement.
Except for that thing that has Pouch's attention.
"I mean, my heart don't look like yours, but they used it for this," Pouch says, gesturing with an open palm at the floor. Or, rather, the lack of floor.
A large sinkhole fills the center of the room, its edges jagged, vaguely reminiscent of a jack-o-lantern mouth. The floor surrounding it is etched with more glyphs, these ones different than the rest, even more complicated.
ELFLOCK LANES: Down the hatch! (Open to all ⛓️)
Except for that thing that has Pouch's attention.
"I mean, my heart don't look like yours, but they used it for this," Pouch says, gesturing with an open palm at the floor. Or, rather, the lack of floor.
A large sinkhole fills the center of the room, its edges jagged, vaguely reminiscent of a jack-o-lantern mouth. The floor surrounding it is etched with more glyphs, these ones different than the rest, even more complicated.