The shock of landing on his ass stunned Carl-Johan momentarily. As he stood up, the two women that had been helping pull the now broken vine were slipping through the small opening they had created. He tried to stop them, but he was too late and they had disappeared behind the large rock. He groaned audibly, wondering why they didn't see that splitting up was not the best idea. He looked at the man next to him, who had also risen to his feet now, and realized that he was the only one that would not fit through the small opening created. Not wasting any more time, especially since the lithe women had already gone towards what ever dangers could lie ahead, Carl-Johan moved into a position near the entrance. With his back against the wall and using his legs as a lever, he started to shove the rock to create a larger hole. The man in navy, whose name he had still not learned, soon joined him and together they quickly opened the passageway enough so they could both enter easily.

There was some faint sunlight behind the stone coming from the medium crack that surrounded the joint between the hallway and the alcove where the stone had been jammed. Carl-Johan noticed that this crack was not one that had been caused by the age of the tower, but had probably been intentional in the original design. Additionally, it appeared that the stone had prevented any plant-life from taking over this area of the tower. Continuing across the threshold, he entered the torch-lit hall. The shorter of the two women, dressed in pale orange, was waiting for them on the other side of the stone in the hall. Carl-Johan took this moment to speak to her.

"It isn't wise to rush ahead into unknowns. I understand the need to escape, but I think we will do better as a group." 

He only waited for her to acknowledge what he said, before walking past and heading down the hall. It was obvious that this hall was very different than the others. The stone in this corridor was stained with pigments implying that the walls had once been painted in vibrant blues inside the large zigzag frame the ran the length of the corridor. The ceiling and floor however were bare of the pigments, but not necessarily of detail. Walking carefully through the first half of the hall, Carl-Johan focused on the detailed mosaic of the floor, mesmerized by the attention to detail. 

Had it not been for the blazing midday sun, he might not have initially seen the change in scenery of the hall. This second half of the hall was just as long as the first but the only thing they shared was the mosaic floor. The ceiling had given way to the open blue sky above and the walls were now adorned with what once was larger windows that now just contained remnants of stained glass windows in shades of blue and green. It was obvious to Carl-Johan that this part of the hall, no, this part of the bridge would have been stunning to walk through when the windows had been unbroken and the stain glass sparkled in the in afternoon sun. He paused for a moment and looked out on the world.

The wall intrigued him. It appeared more than just a wall to keep people out or even in, but a structure that at one point most certainly held people. Maybe it was a fortress, or a castle, or even a village. It was too hard to tell from this distance, but Carl-Johan did notice that the bridge they were crossing was leading towards the wall. Soon he reached the end of the passageway where the other woman was no where to be seen, but the rusty metal door was very much ajar, and sounds of shifting metal could be heard as he approached.