A Large Pit with a Small Island with a with Some sort of Domed Structure Very Deep Down Surrounded by Deep Darkness

Allen just stared at what is before him, a massive pit so deep he couldn't see the bottom ahead of him. There was what looked like a small island with a tiny domed structure in the middle of the pit, at least 2 or 3 hundred feet down. All of that was daunting enough, but Allen could also barely make things out by what light was available to him. "Great," said Allen sarcastically, "and now I need to fly," he called Fidda out.

"Is there anything I can assist with, master," inquired Fidda.

"Only if you have a way for me to fly," said Allen.

"I might," said Fidda, "I still require you to say the magic words, and I look forward to what you have to say."

Allen thought for a moment, recalling the tale of Aladdin and His Wonderful Lamp and the restrictions of the Genie of the Ring before saying, "I wish I had something like a Magic Carpet or flying ship I could control to get there."

"I know of the magic carpets," said Fidda in surprise, "how?"

"They show up a few of the stories in the compilations of Shaharizad's known as A Thousand and One Nights," said Allen, "I thought copied the bulk of my memories, and it is a prominent character in the most well-known modern interpretation of the tale of Aladdin, how are you in the dark on this?"

"To be honest, I thought collection of story information in your mind would be of little concern," said Fidda, "so I omitted it from the transfer."

"Okay then," said Allen, "so, about my means of flight, I named two, and left you more wiggle room to get creative if you want."

"It's strange," said Fidda, "the information I was given about this place said it would be larger, and this pit with an island was supposed to be a chasm."

"Clearly, the misinformation fed to the sorcerer that was responsible for you was greater than they anticipated. On the plus side, if I ever decided to make a wish regarding dungeons, you have a few room and chamber templates to work with to craft how you want."

"Would you make a wish like that?"

"Possibly, I am a bit of a nerd."

Fidda rolled her eyes before clapping her hands together with a bit of vigor; an ornate Arabian-style carpet was beneath Allen's feet. "I am not in the know of how magic carpets are created," said Fidda, "so I summoned one from somewhere I knew it basically going to waste." She then tapped her finger on Allen's forehead and the knowledge of how to operate the magic carpet flooded into his mind, "and that is all the information you need to operate the magic carpet." She flowed back into the ring.

Using the knowledge granted to him, Allen floated on the carpet to the doors of the gazebo at the center of the island. And now he had a set of locked doors in front of him.