[ the stagehand helpfully conjures a flame in his hand to help light their path, and begins leading the way with lil waddly shortstack steps.

the tree roots gets denser. leaves on the floor, bird calls and bugsong in the distance; they're nevertheless still walled in to either side with planks of wood. ]

[ finally, he stops by a particular door. ]

"I think... it's this one?"

[ though.. he seems nervous about what they might find inside. ]