Arad and Tempo landed at the end of a long gate, staring at a massive dungeon-like gate, the ruins of a long-forgotten civilization. The three approached the gate and Tempo illuminated the place with his burning flame hair, he stood there like a torch, his eyes dripping fire as he inspected the place.
"Those are old; even I don't know what those writings are." He said, looking at Arad. "Do you feel any magic around here?"
"Not just magic, this place has more than the elvish capital. If mana was heat, we're getting closer to the heart of a volcano." He touched the gate. "Flatail, do you know anything?"
"This door separates the seal's room from the outer world. Beaver monks are sent inside with food and supplies for a month and they maintain the seal. They do switch each month, but it's tiring work."
"Beaver language, you're already getting closer to humanoid level." Tempo smiled.
