That was odd, he noted, considering absolutely nothing else in the cave appeared constructed, who’d make a gate here? He clambered down from the ledge and made to walk towards the gate, was the witch seriously just stuck here because she wasn’t strong enough to open the obvious lock? He knew she was old but come on. He walked past the piles of dark rocks on the otherwise flat surface of the chamber. The walls shone in places with quartz and other such stones, the floor, however, was strewn with odd, small, greenish stones that didn’t appear anywhere else in the chamber, just strewn about the floor.