The ladders were soft to the touch in some spots. They were attached to the wall at several spots but at least some of them felt soft enough to break off one handed. Trusting her weight on it would be a gabmel, there was more solid spots, but stepping on a soft spot might still send her falling down at once. There was a set of old metal rings in the wall though near the old lift's remnants that looked solid. Unfortunately there was no signs of hooks further down, only up at the edge of the mineshaft. Curiously, it reached higher too, from the looks of it the shaft reached a whole 'level'  up, on the opposite side a cavern rested way out of reach, not even noticeable until she had come to the edge to check on the ladder.<br/><br/>Moving back to the door she was rewarded with a squeak on the door at touching it, the door opening under a light press, though looking like it would close without a light touch, a bit tilted so it would swing shut when not held. The room beyond held many barrels and sacks, some of them already rotten, but some intact. Within, there was nails, a pile of wooden supports that looked to be quite thoroughly rotten by that point, and there was a cache of pickaxes and a bundle of hemp rope, frayed and moldy. Beyond all that though lay a skeleton. The rags still on the figure looked like they had been simple but warm clothes, but age had worn them down. The figure's head was cracked, the skull missing parts of it, and a set of two arrows still stuck out between the ribs. Next to the skeleton was a pick which's blade was red with rust, the pick had obviously gotten wet before ending here, as it rested on the one section of the chamber, along with the corpse, that was not damp.<br/><br/>In the dead man's pants pocket a bulge showed in the shape of a small book. A leather-bound journal.