Nothing? Not even a thank you? Just, the way's clear, now let's go? Searching the door for a way in yielded a keyhole adequate for the shaped stone Lea posessed. Doing the natural thing, inserting and turning, caused some mechanism to moan to life. Obviously well kept, or long since having been used. Even without common sense one could conclude that the later was the more likely of the two. The stone slab blocking their entry receeded into the ground, revealing a dark and forboding stairway. Stale, warm and musky air exhaled from the depths of this would-be ruins.