The air seems to grow damper and cooler as the party travels down the old stone staircase. Though their breath begins to fog the air, the cold isn't at all uncomfortable. If anything, it's refreshing, like stepping into a freezer during a heatwave. A deceptive sort of comfort.<br/><br/>Nearly halfway down the stairwell, Emiko spots the tell-tale signs of a pressure plate built into the stone steps. It's a simple thing, designed to collapse away a portion of the stairs. If triggered, it likely would have dropped whoever was in the lead down before snapping shut and locking. From the looks of it, a nearby stone can be pushed to disarm or rearm the trap.<br/><br/>No further traps appear as the party descends, and only the faint sound of dripping water and a distant creaking can be heard. A large wrought-iron door stands at the end of the stairs, and a cursory look shows there's no traps laying in wait. Peering through the bars, the room beyond is wide and dark, and filled with a strange fog.<br/><br/>Straining her ears, Lily is able to hear an odd noise. Like a distant moaning noise, but distorted in a strange way. It echoes about, coming from multiple directions. A snap and gasp here, a groan and whimper there, the creek of wood and a grunt of effort elsewhere. None of them sound particularly 'real' though.