After much twisting and turning and several branching forks, the tunnel ahead opens up into a large antechamber.
Some peering and guessing is required to pierce the distance and the gloom, but on the far side you can make out a pair of fancy stone doors, intact and closed. Flanking the doors are what you assume to be guards... or the remains of guards... slumped against the walls and decayed to bones, covered in moss, glowing fungus sprouting from various parts.
Everything is silent and you don't see any signs of activity in the past few decades.
What do you all do?
Rook: How far ahead of the rest of the group are you? Do you want to do anything before they arrive?
OOC:
If people want to continue the ongoing conversations before arriving, we can do that concurrently. (Or you can be interrupted and and avoid any topic you don't want to discuss or pick it up again after.)