The key is old, and the age of the metal has allowed the lock to warp to some degree, but not nearly enough to keep it from turning without difficulty if one applied enough persistent pressure.<br/><br/>"Oh, don't worry about the dragon knocking this place down," he said, knocking on the stone wall.  "Dwarven work.  If Bane himself came up to visit, he'd have to knock and request a proper invitation to get inside."<br/><br/>Further down into the tunnel dances the scent, often all too familiar to adventurers, of decrepit decay.  The tunnel is only large enough for one person at a time, and about a foot of water sploshes through, not yet polluted but likely needing magical purification before it would be safe to drink.<br/><br/>Before they get too far, though, the old dwarf looks to Leena.  "If you don't mind my asking, lass, are you a protege of the Smidditorak?"  He asks the question as if doubting himself, calling upon the legend of his childhood and possibly doubting his own eyes, yet that centuries-old question still compels him to ask.  "The Soulcrafter, in the common tongue?"