There's a soft scraping sound from above as Ariel walks over to look at him. But with the light from the shaft there isn't really much need for her light. The old spider's just curious. In the light of day Zoe's place is revealed to be a rough cellar with a hewn stone ceiling. It's nearly empty except for the niche and the table beside it, the bin full of softly glimmering rocks, and another table that holds a small stack of what look like rough magazines made from heavy parchment. Next to that table a bit cushion made of thick leather sits on the floor.