Luckily, the door was one of the anachronistic ones with an electrically powered transmission. A tempting green button winked at the party inviting a sturdy finger to press it. Stamm strode up and peered at the door. It was big, heavy and covered in damp moss. He put his ear to the door to listen. Unbeknown to him, something dark and glistening with many legs crawled out of the moss and into his beard…
He stood up and addressed the eager party: "I can hear clanking and at least three different sets of breathing. I'm pretty sure one of them is Syra. We could rush whoever has her in there quite easily!" He reached up and pressed the button and the door smoothly and easily disappeared into the ceiling, revealing the room.
Now what?