Terrell
With the directions from Drake, Gabriel arrives at the tavern. Apparently this place was close to the strange door he was supposed to find. He first looks around for a Lora miner inside before approaching the tavern master. "Ale please." He slides a silver coin across the counter.
Phyllis
*The barkeep nods and takes the silver, pouring Gabriel a tall drink in a wooden mug. The Macen pushes back 5 pieces of copper as well.* "Where are you hailing from?"

*In the tavern is a pretty small crowd, no more than 7 people all in all. Most belong to a group of 5, elves in leather armor. From their conversation and gear, they seem to be a small mercenary band. Two Lora sit in the back, by the door, talking quietly. They have a few drinks on their table already, along with a couple of empty dishes. They seem to be in a sour mood.*
Terrell
Gabriel nods to the barkeep. He takes a sip of the ale and leans against the counter. "Me? Just got done with an escort. Thought to treat myself a little for a job well done." He looks around the tavern, eyes resting on the pair of Loras for a moment before turning back to his ale. "Well those two look very *Un*-merry," He chuckles. "Wonder if they're brainstorming excuses for their wives." He tries to ease in the conversation, subtly directing it to the topic of Lora miners. The quest didn't say anything about subtlety, but he can try anyway.
Phyllis
"The bartender laughed a small bit.* "Yeah, those two. Some people around here thought they didn't want this tavern to collapse into a sinkhole, so they hired those elves to make sure they stop tunneling underneath me. Good boys, those elves." *The owner seemed pretty cavalier with the topic, probably how word got around.*
Terrell
"Aah, so that's why they're so grumpy. Looks like a pair of children being put in time out." He snickers and downs the last bit of ale in his mug. "Why would they want to dig under there anyway? I didn't hear anything about there being mines 'round here."
Phyllis
*The owner shook his head.* "Never was and never were no mines here. Some boneheads in New Salvainia said that we were built atop some kind of a treasure trove. There some natural caves that you can get in via an old well, and its in there." *The bartender collected Gabriel's 5 copper still laying on the counter and poured another mug of ale, continuing.* "Kids round here would sneak down there and... Well, get up to whatever the Gates kids tend to do. There's always been some kinda puzzle door down there, but some academy found some keys and a tablet or tome. Been a whole mess ever since."
Terrell
"Kids, probably off daring each other into doing something silly down there. Maybe even as a courage test type of business." He nods in thanks for the refill and starts on it. He got the info he needed mostly, but he'll finish the ale first. "Do kids even like puzzles? Those academy folk though, they also poking around down there?" He swishes the ale around in the mug a little, then takes another swig. "Did they go marching around the well for an expedition or whatever?" He shook his head in sympathy, "Must've been quite a ruckus about it."
Phyllis
"Bit of noise," *The bartender said, looking out the door,* "And that's why I charged them triple for food, drink, and rooms. Didn't think someone would come in after and try to do the whole place in, but here we are. There's a rope ladder by the well, if you wanna go down and take a look at it. Just as long as you aren't hauling any kind of diggin' equipment. Trust me, we'll feel it from up here."
Terrell
"Hey, you got something out of it at least!" Gabriel smiles and downs the rest of his ale. "Well, it's nice chattin' with ya. Thanks for the ale and tale. I think I *Will* Have a peep down there while I've got some time. All that ruckus over an old door got me curious. Ah, a lil' tip for your time, sir." Gabriel would attempt to slide another silver over before exiting the tavern.
Phyllis
*The owner replied with just a nod and accepted the silver, going to a sink to wash some dishes. Outside and across the road would be an old well with haversacks and rope bundled up next to it. A sign saying 'NO DIGGING' was placed next to it.*
Terrell
*This must be it*, he thought to himself. He'll look around to see if anyone's around and try to set up the rope ladder that the barkeep said would be there and go down the well. If that's not around though, he'll just use the rope.
Phyllis
*Nobody was in the area, aside from a couple of riders that happened to be going down the nearby road. The rope ladder was on the other side of the well, looking alittle worn, but definitely usable. It'd be as simple as tossing it down and climbing. It was dark down below, with the bottom looking about 60ft down.*
Terrell
Gabriel shrugged and descended into the well. His nightvision should allow him to see in the darkness relatively well even without torches or lanterns. He would also narrow his eyes slightly as he reaches the bottom, focusing on his senses. 

`Gabriel cast Predatorial Senses for 5 Mana, leaving him with 105 Mana left out of his 120 Mana cap.`
Phyllis
*At the bottom would be a damp cavern, though not as big as the word may imply. It only went about 80ft in every direction, with a few tunnels heading off in different direction. Torch were set up in sconces down one the tunnels, though, and there were some wooden planks laid across the ground. Small animals, insects and bats, moved around, though none really paid attention to Gabriel.*
Terrell
Gabriel would sniff the air out of habit. Not quite sure himself what he expected to smell besides the scent of earth and guano. He would also be looking around for signs or inscriptions that would point him to the door before peering down each tunnel.
Phyllis
*Each tunnel would go down further, with some having engravings or paint on the walls and floor. Only the tunnel with the torches would be short enough to look down from the entrance. A squat stone door sat at the end of, with the wall made of carved stone as well. It was clear pickaxes had been taken to the wall and cave around it. The door itself had nothing but 9 square shapes. They were arranged 3x3, with all but the bottom right square having a keyhole.*
Terrell
So there was the door. Yet it held 8 keyholes and he only had two keys. He saw the dug out parts and surmised this was where the Lora were digging. But it's a puzzle door, there must be a solution. Maybe the had to insert the keys in the correct hole. He'll inspect the engravings around the door first, seeing if they had further context on the door puzzle.
Phyllis
*There was nothing to provide context for the puzzle. The only markings were the crude gouges in the rock around the door and, on the squares, the keyholes. The squares were carefully carved, it seemed.*
Terrell
Nothing in this tunnel, so time to roam about. Gabriel would do the same thing, choosing one of the other tunnels and go down it looking for anything that might help him with the door puzzle.

Finding nothing of note, Gabriel would find himself back in front of the door. With nothing else to go off of, he supposes trying the keys out wouldn't hurt. After all, some other bloke already tried it before and got the keys to the guild, didn't they? He would try to insert the keys on the top left and top middle holes first.
Phyllis
*In the presence of the doors, one key would shine blue, and the other red. Neither key would fit well in the top left hole, but the blue key would fit in the top middle slot.*
Terrell
Curious. He would keep trying to find the keyhole that fit the red key, starting with the bottom middle hole and working his way upwards in a snake-like pattern.
Phyllis
*The red key wouldn't fit into any of the top six slots, and the blue key would have to be removed in order to reach the bottom row with the red key, due to the iron keychain restricting the range of movement. If Gabriel did remove the blue key, he'd find the red key didn't fit into the bottom two slots either.*
Terrell
Gabriel curses softly at the accursed keychain and keys. It really didn't make sense that the red key fit none. He thought that he would have to insert it into different holes at once. Of course it wouldn't be that easy. He would try putting the blue key into the other keyhole slots to see if they would fit.
Phyllis
*The blue key would only fit into the top middle one.*
Terrell
In that case Gabriel would leave the key in the top middle slot and check to see if anything else changed. He'd check the bottom right square and the other tunnels.
Phyllis
*The bottom right square had no hole visible in its center as the others had. It seemed slightly looser than the other square stones, though even a dagger would fit in the space between the carved stone and the slot that held it.*

*The other tunnels still had nothing other than the occasional discarded item and juvenile vandalism. Oh, and guano.*
Terrell
Of course that's what the kids were up to. Gabriel would turn his attention to the lower right square and try to slip his dagger in. Maybe he could pry it open.
Phyllis
*Just the very tip of the dagger would fit in the space, less than a centimeter. Gabriel could wiggle it, but he'd have to exert a lot of continuous force for even a little bit of a reaction, whether he was trying to pry or jiggle it out.*
Terrell
With that little space to work with, Gabriel would try to wiggle it out with the help of his dagger. He would try using the length of the blade instead of just the tip to avoid the dagger breaking.
Phyllis
*The space wouldn't be able to accommodate the length of the dagger well enough, though it was also clear that the strange maneuver was having a negative effect on the pointed tip of the weapon. The stone square seemed to have moved out of the slot just a hair, though.*
Terrell
He doesn't really want to risk losing his dagger over it. Sure he could always just buy another, but he'd be weaponless in the meantime. He would try to see if he could use the edges of his shield instead to help pry it out, and if not he'll try to keep pulling at it with his bare hands.
Phyllis
*The edges of his shield would face the same problem as the length of the dagger: too long. The edges of the stone, now that Gabriel was actually touching it, were rough and coarser than sand. He'd barely be able to grip it with his finger tips, and it would be difficult to find a grip without accidentally pushing it back in.*
Terrell
If not his dagger or his shield, what else could he use? Or maybe, he was going about it the wrong way. He would retrieve the only other thing he has access to, the keys, and try to insert the red one into the gap. He won't try to pry the stone out, but the would try to poke and feel around the gap using the key.
Phyllis
*One of the thinnest teeth of the key would catch in the slot, allowing Gabriel to continue to jiggle or pry the square. This seemed to have much better leverage than the dagger did, somehow.*
Terrell
Well, as long as it won't break the key, Gabriel would continue trying to jiggle the square out. He's almost certain there's something behind the square that he's trying to pry out. If there isn't, well he can just put it back.
Phyllis
*The red glow from the key actually seemed to also make the object incredibly sturdy. With some persistence, the square, now revealing itself to be a cube, would slide out of its slot. Nothing would be within the gap, looking like it was just big enough to fit the block.*
Terrell
Interesting, so it's a cube that slides out. Looking at the other slots, Gabriel would try the upper middle keyhole again, this time trying to turn the key to have it catch on the keyhole and see if he could pull it out too.
Phyllis
*This cubes in the wall had no such place for the key to catch as the loose cube did, though handling the loose cube further would show that there was a keyhole in the backside of it.*
Terrell
Staring at this cube and the other holes in the wall, Gabriel would insert the blue key back in the top middle keyhole and the red one into the loose cube he is holding.
Phyllis
***KRATHUNK***

*The cube that the blue key turned within would now feel loose, and air would hiss out in the thinnest cracks of the puzzle..*
Terrell
Gabriel would try to pull the key, but in a way that would hopefully pull the square out with it if it could.