Once again, Orum finds that his pardners prefer the work of his eyes and hands to that of his mouth. In the space of no time at all, he spots a depression within a stone brick high on the left side of the wall to which he applies the gentle pressure of his finger tips -- it gives to the distance of a half an inch.
With sweat beading on his brow, he awaits the inevitable crushing/slicing/poisoning that usually accompanies such daring exploits as his.
He waits.
He waits.
Still in one piece, he resumes his search and quickly spots an identical depression on a stone brick on the right side of the wall to which he also applies some gentle pressure -- it, too, gives a half an inch.
This time the wall groans and separate into two panels: each sliding into their adjoining walls. The air of past ages envelops the gnome and he chokes, dramatically, on the stale fumes.
Beyond lies
the floor of a long, narrow room that has a red and white checkerboard pattern of 2'X 2' squares. Court scenes are painted on the north and south walls. In the east wall, there is a 2' high opening at floor level near the southeast corner.
(The secret door is in the SW corner)