Touching the cross seemed to have no instant effect, but after a moment the wall slid back a little, opening a narrow passage behind it. On a wall a small gemstone was embedded between large tiles, shining ghostly illumination to the path. No torches, nothing to smoke up the way, the air was not exactly the cleanest in there but the doorway open a bit of fresh air blowed into the passages ahead.<br/><br/>The pathway open before him, there were steps of someone approaching the garden, stone tiles and the sounds of boots clopping on them coming nearer. Out of sight still, but probably not for long anymore. Whether he waited or didn't was going to have to be a snap decision.