The door, located far down within a dark chasm, was made of stone and iron, clearly work from people at least a hundred years before Tobias. It reeked of death and agony, with the occasional hint of fecal matter wafting into the noses of the two adventurers. Despite that, the small window of the door revealed ignited candles within it, seemingly lit magically, as ordinary candles would've never lasted that long. An old and rusty lever was to the side, seemingly the way to get into the crypt.

[color=007236]"My last name was d'Eshnutesh! I think? I don't remember it all that well, shadly..."[/color] Gobbo looked down sadly. He tried his hardest to remember his name, but it just wouldn't come to him. [color=007236]"Gobbo tell you if I remember any more!"[/color] he cheerily said as he waited for the door to open.