"Quiet.." he paused, frowning at the noisy-ness of his attire. "Right." And was quick to race towards it. Once they approached, he threw the doors open and peered down into the gloom. He made a face.
"Down into the rabbit hole we go..." he grumbled, before making his way down the wood stairs.
He was greeted by the damp smells and a few loosely hung cobwebs, which he swiped aside with an armored hand. There were jars of all sorts, and supplies for this Brighid fellow to use on his goods. It was also dark- a bit too dark and he stood about, antsy.
"Hurry up, close the door." But then he paused to observe with a pursed lip. "Wait... is that door the only way out?" And he began to wonder if he just found himself in his own tomb!