As Lucille commanded the voices dispersed, slowly drifting away as the curtain's call was made apparent to them. They may not have recognized the language, but there was power in her words and they respected it. When the final voice had scampered off, the low rumble of stone against stone replaced them. A section of the dune seemed to cut out as a portion in front of her began to crumble away. The newly created opening beckoned woth the soft exhale of an air staler than even Lucille could imagine! As the rumbling stopped, whatever stone it had been markedly set into place, the foreboding darkness that permiated every crevice of the opening was replaced by the soft glow of torches, obviously set to light whenever the door had been opened. Though a simple enchantment, that it had persisted this long spoke volumes of its caster. Before Lucille a staircase of stone marched deeper into whatever structure she may have opened. The walls, though stone, were strangely damp. Some of it had even collected moss!