“However you want it,” Kleris shrugged to Arturon and Edgar.  It was his familiar, after all.  “It’ll be good to have a messenger if we’re all consumed by demons, or a decrepit elevator anyway…”  Kleris wasn’t too worried about inhabitants in the seemingly abandoned laboratory.  An imp was an immortal spirit that could have been summoned or bound at any time, but they hadn’t come across any mortal inhabitants—living or dead.  And after a rough start, the elevator seemed to be in adequate condition.<br/><br/>The descending elevator took them to a more natural cavern, rather than any sub-basement.  That was curious.  Could the upper structure have been built in support of studying something down below?  The smoking crystal pillar seemed to suggest as much.  Carson looked like he had a plan for a preliminary investigation, so they waited patiently as Lillin’s ghostly assistant slowly floated the rope in an arcing radius to get a sense of the cavern’s scale.<br/><br/>“Taking our time is probably wise.  We don’t want to bite off more than we can chew from a secret demiplane cave.  Now if those wisps aren’t ghosts or spirits, what evocation would be creating or binding them with this pillar…?” Kleris mused.  “I don’t necessarily want to set anything off by magically poking the wrong thing, so I guess we can try to divine what we can later, and maybe see if there’s a clue deeper inside.  Right now, we’ve probably seen more than enough and can go back up to make plans and research.”  They didn’t need to be found missing curfew or otherwise poking around where they shouldn’t be, either.