Halea puffs on her pipe, glaring down at the smoldering knucklebone. She turns, blows a puff of smoke into the air, and walks away. As she turns, the piece of bone ignites into cyan flame.

She makes her way down the right-side wall, smoke trailing behind her. She raises a finger toward one of the doors.

With a FWISH, she tosses a small wick of flame into the lock mechanism. As it sparks and unlocks, she grabs the doorknob and opens the door with a CREEAAAK.