You pull the heavy oak door aside and enter the main stairway leading down. The door behind you slams shut, leaving you With only a flickering torch on a wall to guide you. You trudge down the stone steps to another heavy oak door. Heaving it aside, you hope to never encounter another one like it, only to enter a room filled with them.
This round stone room is lit with sparse torches. All around the circular chamber are the same heavy oak doors which you just pushed your way through. Aside from the feeling of unhappiness the oak doors give you, the room itself gives you the creeps. It feels older than anything you've ever experienced before, and though there is nothing living here, you feel as if you are being watched. The round stone set in the middle of the floor has scratchings in it which resemble some sort of archaic writing, and its face is nearly an inch below that of the rest of the stones in the floor, as if it has been etched for some purpose, forcibly rubbed clear, and re-etched for centuries...or longer. You'd just as soon hurry through one of the doors, or go back through the door behind you to the Main Room above.