She moved slow, but the boards were old and rickety. It was quite a challenge to make it down, without making too much noise, but she'd manage to do it, and arrive in an old-looking cellar, that looks like it's been expanded, considerably. A rickety wooden door stands in a wall, light flickering from beyond it, the voices clearer, now, apparently on the other side.<br/><br/>(Perception check, DC 18, to spot the thin rope halfway across the room, likely set up to trip some sort of trap!)