[i]Beneath the arches are flat slabs of blank obsidian, blocking passage.[/i]


Hearing some crashing from the stairwell, Tamra hurried toward the rotten stairs, the book and its codes momentarily forgotten.  "Are you okay?" she yelled down, but already he was yelling something about a route with a pearl, so she assumed he couldn't be injured too badly.  

"Ronan, looks like your thought to use some rope was wise.  Do we have enough if we secure it to this pedestal?"