The Shiv

Publisher's blurb: An old wooden walkway leads you down the cliff face and towards the rocky crevice that is the entrance to The Shiv. You enter quietly and advance up one of the rocky staircases before you. Torch lights flicker throughout the cavern, igniting the rocky walls. You can see the bottom of this winding crevice far below you, a small creeks running through it past small trees and muddy grounds. Hay and ragged linen beds have been arranged around the few hammocks the inhabitants have set up as places to sleep and tables hold, games of chance, mouth watering dried meats as well as crusty breads. Rusty barbed chains are pined from wall to wall while wooden bridges lie across broken and crumbling walkways. Within the large hall lies a throne, twin braziers burning brightly in front of the piles of gold and treasures.