Dejected, the mage hand moves towards the task commanded of it. The sagged nature of the digits seemed to express sulking. Still, the hand grasp the lectern rod and pulls up. It almost seems beyond the strength of the hand until -*thunk*! The rod jerks upward! *Click-Click-Chunk*! Immediately, the chalked outline gives way, and the floor swings downward with a loud bang as it slaps the pit wall!<br/><br/>The pit is wide, ten feet by ten feet across, but there is still plenty of room to walk around it on the green tiled floor. The red tiles did  cross over the lid that is hinged here at the pit lip. Getting on hands and knees to look down the pit, it descends for forty feet, a nasty fall that would have been. The walls are devoid of cobwebs thankfully, no need to worry about some weird spider or insect bite, and the walls are pocked with handholds from unaligned cobblestone -par for the course of labor, no need to do a good job of finishing in places that wouldn't be seen most of the time. The floor was clean, too, save for the tell tale glitter of gold pieces scattered about. It wasn't piles, but there were quite a few golden shimmers.<br/><br/>Milton comes back to Cinder's side, but it does take the chance of caressing her hip and sliding down her trousers and under her thong to squeeze a toned butt cheek. One track minded, as always.