Collapsed buildings litter the main square of this now abandoned neighborhood. Any creature entering the area triggers the collapse of a wall section as a scattering of stones fall from the ceiling. A north-south tunnel intersects with the southeast corner of the room. Near a pile of scattered debris in the north are the tell-tale signs of a terrible accident, now long since left to history, its repercussions never addressed, the mess left uncleaned. Somebody died here. In the tunnels beyond, echoes of construction and demolition sounds mingle with the chattering sound of goblin speech.