Merely grunting his agreement, he turned to place both hands on the wall and began moving in the opposite direction of Lara's voice. The rasp of his hands over the rough stone and his footsteps on the ground was soft in the quiet of the night. After a moment, he called out, "I have found a door, but it appears to be locked." This was followed by the very loud crack of splintering wood.

"I have found our entrance."