The door opens smoothly on its hinges, the workmanship so expertly crafted that it is perfectly balanced upon its hinges so you're only pushing against the door's inertia rather than its weight.  Though the sight before you is likely entirely not what you were expecting.  Rather than a casket, there is a large wooden table in the center of the room with old tomes and papers sprawled out upon it.  A table that is currently occupied by an elder man (http://th00.deviantart.net/fs71/PRE/i/2010/324/a/a/wizard_magic_by_pangeawizard-d333l6g.jpg) who is casually puffing at a pipe while facing the now opened door in his seat with an expectant look on his face.<br/><br/><em>"Excellent, you have arrived.  Please, come in."</em>The cadence of his voice was that of a man who had seen much of the world and walked away with an abundance of wisdom as a result of his advanced years.  As he finished inviting you into the chamber, he gestured towards the open space before him on the other side of the table with the hand holding the pipe.  As the hand swept casually through the open air, five simple wooden chairs appeared out of mid air resting in the formerly vacant space.  There was no flash or transition; just one instant there was empty floor and the next there was furniture.<br/><br/>A simple glance around the chamber shown that the room appeared to be a study or library of some sort.  Towering shelves heavily burdened by thick books with pages yellowed from age while still in immaculate condition for their apparent age.  Where there wasn't shelving, there were chalkboards, large maps, or a collection of indecipherable arcane formulae secured in place.  In the wall directly behind him was another door, this one small and simple compared to the others in the hall.<em>"Don't dawdle, there is much for us to discuss."</em>