She nodded and we walked down the rest of the road to the main building. The Matriarch’s Sanctum entrance was open, no doors in sight. The only semblance of a door was the silk like cloth that draped from the roof. We walked up the steps and entered the foray. In the center was a recessed circular pit with pillows and folded blankets on the stone steps. Ahead of us were two inclined slopes that spiraled upwards to the next level. To the sides were their own entrances to separate rooms and pathways that led in different directions.