A Lich's Best Friend

The third floor of the Dungeon of the undead was much smaller than the first two. Even with that said, it was still of considerable size. It consisted of an entire village, complete with run down and partially collapsed houses and a deep stone well filled with contaminated water. It was dark inside the village, only magical torches provided any usable light, placed there by adventurers past. Blue flames danced in their sconces, not affected by the gloomy breeze that carried the stench of death between the partially destroyed buildings.