"Excellent."

Quentin says clapping his hands and gesturing to Clair to lead the way. He wasn't the biggest fan of not going first but the reality was if he fell, there was simply no way in the two of them would be able to brace in time to stop his bulk from dragging them with him.

True to his earlier words, they clamber underneath the boulder and there is a steady incline that they have to crawl down for about thirty feet before the ceiling opens up above them. Letting them get up to their feet, though Quentin has to walk awkwardly. This far down there is no natural light but the lantern comes on and floods the tunnel as they begin to walk down it. As they go it becomes apparent that it is man-made, as they pass trusses and the like before they are finally let out into a small circular chamber.

They'd been travelling downhill fairly consistently and they must have been fairly deep at this point. The chamber being tall enough for Quentin to stand up straight with plenty of headroom. The floor is covered in wooden floorboards and there is an old lever against one wall and an iron gate that is covered in rust, the damp of the cave having done its work over the years. There were even sconces along the walls though the torches were looking a bit rotted.

"Interesting."

Quentin says as he walks over to test the gate. It appears to either be locked or rusted shut.