The orange and yellow walls of MagmaMaze are as scorching hot as they look, and it's tough to stop your melting skin from sticking to them. A Sciencer elbows you: "Tough to stop the skin from melting. That's why we've donned the skin of gold." She rolls up her sleeve and you see the arm: a mangled, unhealthy thing that bleeds constantly from spots where the psuedoskin of scab has inevitably torn loose. A scaled sleeve of gold coins, some of them fake, has been painfully pulled over the blotchy mess. It just looks horrible.

To the Prayer Chamber

To the Hi-Priest's Prayer Chamber