The mingled odors of rosemary, frankincense, and jasmine surround
you in this sanctuary. The room is lit by several large golden
candlesticks - no windows break the expanse of cedar paneled
walls. Smoke from the incense rises from gold censors flanking
an altar near the east wall. The cubical altar itself is made
of polished cedar, and is covered with a grass green silk cloth,
golden tassels at the corners brushing lightly against the darker
green carpeting of the floor. The circular iron stair case in the
northwest corner continues down and up, bridging the worlds.
Surely, the body and spirit might heal in a room such as this,
and one might imagine that Ilyrth would be pleased to accept all
petitions to her, made from such a space.
There are two obvious exits: up, down.