Time drags on; mostly measured by the *crnch crnch crnch* of the giant's steady gait cracking the glass.

There was no day or night... this environment doesn't seem to conform to normal Eberron rules-- the eery landscape provides a sort of luminesence of it's own.  Due to the monotony, attention wanders inwardly and no one has felt like saying much... a lot has happened in a short period of time, and the trudging march through nowhere has allowed the events to file themselves appropriately in the teams' minds. 

"That's odd." Rass comments, more to himself than anyone in particular-- what was simply glass from assumedly melted glass has began to change with distance...  not that it was noticable at first, but over time the glass has taken on a smokey transparent quality.  At some points, the glass was too foggy to see through; at others, they could peer maybe 15 or 20 feet below the surface. 

Now the Shaman could swear he is seeing things deep inside, "I think that is a person in there.  Look, over there too." a quick look around reveals humans, elves , and hobgoblins at various depths-- as though the glass was a frozen lake, and everyone was trapped within-- all clearly dead.