A stingy smell of rusted iron rises from a small pond below, it's surface covered with patches of moss, as far as you can tell, the water is turbid, who knows what it would smell like would it not be for the strong rusty smell. As you keep walking, you stumble upon a thick vine, but when you look closer, you notice it's actually thinner vines braided together. The hands that crafted it were surely quite skilled, it's a pity they are probably unable to craft anything ever again now. The vine was made for obvious practical reasons, as it's the only way up to the upper part of the sanctuary. You wrap your hands tightly around the vine with as much respect as you can muster, and when you tug it to test its strength, you notice a soft rumbling beneath the pond's surface. Suddenly, two tentacles break out of the before calm surface of the pond. Moss and water is tossed in all directions, and some of it lands on you. Holding tight onto the vine you pray to Mighty Heggas and begin climbing up, refusing to look at what's beneath, it's a miracle fear didn't freeze you up before.