The heavy sigil covered block began its slow lift directly upward, attached to the massive chains hidden inside the wall structure. Links catching over reinforced gears one by one, with a pull powered by a set of rituals much more simplified than what the Continent used for their train engines, the bottom side was up high enough for the first to pass through by the time the new arrivals drew close.
Marching at their head, Qatrand recognized the acid-scarred woman from the meeting. A grim but determined set of features were painted on her face as she helped support one side of a figure - whose identity became clear once you stopped paying attention to the bloodied bandages around his skull.
