Jasmine places her hand on the door, and the carvings begin to shift as the serpents writhe as if they were alive. 'Oh, does this have a fingerprint reading function?' I can't help but ask inwardly. Broderick's home also had a similar defensive function. While this world is very medieval, the existence of magic and artifacts had certainly elevated it above what Earth's middle ages looked like.
A soft click sounds, and the door swings open on its own, revealing a descending staircase shrouded in shadows.
We've been following her for minutes in silence but once she is done with this procedure, she finally turns and looks at us before losing her entitled princess attitude with a long, dejected sigh. "Sorry… I should stop being a angry at you people. I just can't deal with my scumbag of a father."
"It's fine. Can you tell us what that was about?"
