The deep cavern walls at the edge of your vision are flexing and relaxing with the steady pace of a heartbeat, its sound roaring through the air at an inhuman volume. The floor beneath you is wet, fleshy, bristling with sensory bumps and crisscrossed with dark arterial lines, occasionally dented with pits full of something eerily like blood. In the center of it all is Dratha's corpulent figure, her red eyes staring into you inscrutably. You are in mortal danger.