No potential pesky magic barriers to entry to deal with and the sweet sound of entry was the business with the trap door. Shay would pull the door closed behind her as she descended into the pitch darkness of the cellar. She might have reached into a pocket in her jacket...but she had left it in the room. She rolled her eyes at herself and muttered a few more magical words.<br/><br/>The spell wouldn't last that long, but it wouldn't a problem since Shay could cast it whenever she pleased without taxing herself. Four purple light emerged from nothing on the floor of the cellar directly at the foot of the stairs. As Shay made her approach proper she'd mentally command the lights to lift and to spread out to give her a better look at the floor of the cellar and what it contained.<br/><br/>The thief was hardly interested in many barrels of flour the inn kept; her only concern was locating that safe.