Moving forward into the stair-flanked hall, Nymona ran her fingers lightly over the inscriptions lining the walls. The slab blocking the way forward was large and solid, but a gap wide enough that she could probably shove her hand through ran around the edges. It was through those gaps that the light shone in through, and she hoped the light meant a way out. Of course, the slab would prove to be a troublesome obstacle.

Heading back into the central column, she grabbed one of the vines hanging down from above and looked up. [i]Perhaps a rope might help,[/i] she thought. She gave as hefty a pull as she could, but got nothing but dirt and flecks of old stone in her face in return. The vines were strong, their unseen roots secure. Coughing up the ancient dust in her mouth, she spat over the railing. A knife would've made quick work of the vine, but she had nothing but the strange pale orange robes.

Nymona was set to give up until she realized she only needed one end of the vine. Grabbing it again, she pulled up instead of down, and was pleased to find the bottom of the vine was unattached to anything below. Hand over hand, she pulled the length up, letting it coil up at her feet. When the tip slid over and railing to rest by her feet, she leaned down and began measuring out a fairly long loop.

Deft hands quickly made a knot, turning the vine into a large lasso that would tighten as one pulled on it. [i]Like a noose.[/i] She shook off the thought and made her way back to the slab, she shoved the loop through the gaps so that it draped around and behind the stone. A quick pull tightened the vine, though she didn't try to drag the slab over yet; she imagined it would take more than herself to shift the huge rock.