"Yes," says Beila. "Yes it does."

She heads for the thing.

She peers at the lattice of wood, then nudges aside one board with her foot. It moves readily. Under it is a deep, dark pit.

"Okay," she says, "my guess is whoever owns this lot met the spirit's manifestation and agreed to cover it up but didn't do it well enough and people are dumping things in here and the spirit of the underground river slash cave slash magma pocket is pissed off."