Jocasta took a live and let live attitude towards the God's. She had made her annual tithe to Aulor in exchange for residence in the university and made the occasional offering to Zjarina under the dark moon when she was trying something particularly risky or unwise. Zealots and priests of all kinds made her a little uncomfortable. No one could doubt the existance of the gods, but only a fool would attract their attention. 

The dwarves gathered around the rune door, kneeling in the dust around Otar who was busily scratching runes into the dirt. Beren joined them apparently familiar with dwarven rites. Jocasta stood awkwardly, arms slick to the elbow with dragon blood. She considered wether their might be time to cut out one of the beasts venom sacks, but she gave it up as a bad bargin. It might disrespectful if she spilled a hundred pounds of dragon entrails onto the cavern floor while they were praying.

Otar stood and began to chant, calling out to his god or gods. Jocasta felt her hackles raise as something began to happen. It wasn't magic as she understood it and it was subliminally irksome that she couldn't sense what was happening. The runes began to glow as the priest prayed, his hand raised in supplication. Jocasta felt a sharp sting in the shape of the mark the demon had left on her. She gritted her teeth and stepped a little further back. Otar's voice swelled, becoming deeper and more resonanant until it seemed less like a voice and more like the grinding of stones, or the fall of water from a great height. With a booming command and a sharp guesture the dwarf sent red gold light surging up into the door, lighting the runes like lava through shallow channels. For a moment nothing happened, then there was a concussive boom that started a shower of rocks and grit down from above. A series of smaller booms began to echo and reverberate as the great door began to sink into the floor on some ancient counterweight system concealed in the wall. A sepulcral blast of dusty air errupted out into the cavern, glowing like a muzzle flash with the light of the runes.

"Behold!" Otar boomed, a touch of the gravitas of moments before lingering in his voice.