Try as she might, Tandi racked her brain for any clue or mote of wisdom that might help her place this barrow in any of tue stories she had learned or heard of. Could it be possible that she would be the first to explore the depths and crevices of this forgotten place? Sure, somebody else did find it first, but Durnan made it sound as if they wanted no part of this place.<br/><br/>A shiver of excitement ran down her spine at the thought of all that unspoiled wealth possibly just sitting here, she didn't notice the black ring in her hand began to twitch and shiver of its own accord as she stepped closer to the central black cairn stone. The band of tendrils unwrapped themselves and then coiled around her left ring finger, possessively. Tandi's hand seemed possessed as it jerked about a foot to the right and up six inches, and there it sat in open space. Tug and pull all she could, her hand was stuck just as surely as if it were manacled or encased in stone.<br/><br/>The ground under Tandi's feet begin to smolder and burn, blackened lines traced outwards in detailed and intricate patterns in ever greater circles. Dirt and grass charred and flecked away, leaving a stone dias beneath Tandi, the rune lines that were gouged into it began to glow a vibrate violet hue. The wind billowed around her and looking at her hand, the ring matched the violet hue. So bright was the light that Tandi's vision went dark, and in a snap of the wind she was no longer on the stone dias and the area grew quiet and still once more.<br/><br/>Tandi found herself lying on a cold tiled floor. It smelled old and dusty, an errent cobweb threatened to make her sneeze. It was also dark in here, very very dark in here. Her keen darkvision was having trouble, merely giving the impressions of greys upon greys and blurry lines.