You thrust your head through into a 50 by 50 foot room, with shelves around the walls and dotted in the middle of the room with plinths. Smashed glass lies around these.

The plinths and shelves are mostly empty, and the room is dotted with dead bullywugs .They carry spears, and some have spears buried in their chests. From barrels along one wall, coin of many denominations and gemstones are scattered around the ground, and from another set of bins parchments and scrolls are spilled and tossed everywhere, much of it destroyed. There's also something a scattering of pebbles, each unique. Something like a large brass-and-wood crab is parked in one corner.

One dead bullywug lies beside a dead horse; he wears a cloak covered with patches, the ground around him littered with random objects: a rowboat, a portable ram, two small leatherbags and a saddle and saddlebags.

He is being gnawed on by two mastiffs, who look up when they see you and begin to growl.