"Shush!" whispered Old Jeb as the Goliath Bully banged on the door.
"We've been walking for hours in this stinking hole and this is the first door that we've come across" replied Grimy.
"The door is barred from the other side. If you break it down you risk bringing the whole hive down on us....or worse."
The old prospector stopped before an arch panelled wall and deftly ran his hand along the crumbling and rotten plaster. "Now, just where are you hiding" he mumbled to himself.
'The old prospector's drunk one too many bottles of Second Best' thought Brigitte.
There was an audible CLICK.
And nothing happened.
'That's it then, we go no further' thought the Escher leader. Then an answering echo came from deep within.
CLICK.
Brigitte felt her face twitch in sympathy with the sound. 'Did I imagine it?'
CLICK.
Again 'No mistake.' And now, before her disbelieving eyes, the wall begin to sink into the ground.
CLICK.
Floor tiles slid across to cover the walls retreat. 'It was if the wall had never been there.'
"Now that" said WR-41-TH softly "is craftmanship."
No fetid wind spilled out, no stench of rot or decay, no sign of long years passed, only a waft of cool, dry air.
'And yet the feeling is of opening a coffin.' thought Brigitte as they stepped into the gloom.
