Without further action the party would traverse over to the waterfall. The footing here was treacherous to say the least; for someone as small as Shortfang he could pass just fine, but for you and Pylia you’d need to stick close to the walls or risk falling into the ravine’s river below. As you got closer to the deafening waterfall Pylia turned the lantern on, and from its light you could see some sort of cave entrance with a strange stone door covered in moss. It was overgrown and thick, almost as if no one had been here for quite some time. Shortfang looked around for any way to open it. “Hue. Big, heavy, grassy!” He huffs as he takes out his scimitar to cut it down. Seemed like he was going to take a little while.