[As she steps further into the space, Caitlyn wrinkles her nose at the scent of mould. It's pungent, musty, damp, and altogether unpleasant.
Heading in the direction that the stairs ought to be, she finds herself sloshing loudly through water almost up to her knees. The dim blue light illuminates a thick patch of what looks like black mould high on the ceiling, and as she draws near it, Catilyn suddenly feels dizzy, nauseous, and her ears are ringing.]
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Heading in the direction that the stairs ought to be, she finds herself sloshing loudly through water almost up to her knees. The dim blue light illuminates a thick patch of what looks like black mould high on the ceiling, and as she draws near it, Catilyn suddenly feels dizzy, nauseous, and her ears are ringing.]
Do you feel that?