Eleonora sits panting and wet besides the now largely empty pool of water. Whatever was in there, the chandelier succeeded in killing or incapacitating it. And she wasn’t about to wait around for it to “wake up”. She didn’t dwell on the loss of her underwear but instead went and gathered her Scimitar and dagger. She checked the rest of her equipment and found that all of it was still there. She hesitated between the gate and the door but then strode decidedly to the door. One kick to the half-rotten wood made it splinter to pieces. A few more slashes of her scimitar cleared an opening large enough for her to squeeze through. She stepped into the obscured space beyond the door opening and wonder what would be waiting for her here.