"Okay...dark and scary. Scary and dark... And lonely." were the thoughts bouncing around Gilligan's head the stair case was long and winding, and he took note of the eerily clean walls. "Well... It seems no one canceled the maid service at least." Gil joked to himself, yet he knew the cleanliness most likely could mean either some still lasting magic spell... It the dungeon was inhabited. He couldn't decide which troubled him more.

It was a nerve wracking trip to the bottom of the steps. At the base was a beautiful limestone door. Taking a deep breath and pushed open the heavy doors.