We stand before an ornate door.
There is a depression in the door to indicate it needs one of the keys before we can progress further.
A passing thought makes me wonder if someone could simply pick the lock...but knowing how well the keys were defended, I assume that will only trigger some kind of terrible trap.
With only a moment of fussing, Lucas fits the first key into the appropriate hole and we push the door inward. It creaks on ancient, untouched hinges.
The sound reverberates loudly as it slides open slowly, revealing another long hallway.
"As I said before," Cyril cautions. "There will be traps laid out here as well. We must be vigilant. Look for pressure plates, trip wires, levers, switches, anything that may be suspicious."
