For those that come forward to interact with the doorway, you realize that this is no illusion -- or if it is, it's so far beyond your ability to sense that it may as well be real. Grass tickles and bends the way it always does, the flowers are velvety-soft and pliant beneath your touch. And the smell...
Until you opened the vault door, your noses had gotten used to the stale, vaguely damp smell of the tunnels. But now, the scent of freshly-turned earth, of pine, of moss, of a hundred different flowers, all emanate from the green glow that obscures the path forward.
Renaya nods to Ephwrath. "I think you may be right... I had no idea they'd built any outside Valerma, but... I suppose it makes sense. They wanted to preserve more than just their own natural resources."
"Well? You've come this far," says Renaya, looking to each party member in turn. "Who's taking the next steps forward?" There's a lightness to her features, as though the weight of years has been lifted from her, the spark of discovery and wonder in her eyes.
