Falameezar had to scramble a bit to keep himself about the elven girl's shoulders as she cackled madly. When she'd finished being buckled over from laughter, Falameezar gave a bit of a grunt before turning his attention to Mirnea and the door.<br/><br/>When Mirnea's fingers wrapped around the handle, the eyes began to glow on the devil's head. It clenched down on her hand, although it was just barely hard enough to draw blood. After the device seemed to be satisfied, it opened up and wrenched itself from her hands, flinging wide open into a relatively large room that was far taller than it was wide, and in the back was an altar. It had an orb in the middle of it, made of yellowish marble, and laid over it loosely was Mirnea's bodice. Leaning against the sphere was her kukri, and sitting at the base were a few objects that were difficult to identify from such a distance. There was a small beam of light cascading over the presented items, as though it was beckoning them all forward.<br/><br/>Giving a sniff to the air, Falameezar made a fierce- or, at least as fierce as he could- growl at the blackness before informing the two others, "<span style="color: olive">This place reeks of the Abyss. Tread carefully.</span>"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>