(#TasulButtWater)
Tennor heaves aside the last of the rocks and finds a handhold at the bottom of the door. Grabbing it, he lifts the door with a grunt, "All right guys, let's go," he steps into the inky blackness, unsure of what he'd find inside. It wasn't a large room, and he couldn't make out any torches or other doors. Just what looked like a large rock in the back. With a start, he realized that the rock was moving, almost as if it were breathing - very shallowly.
Tennor sprints for the rock, "Lord Darunia sir!"
The rock only growls, but then coughs, his breathing getting shallow, "Your tricks won't work on me, demon," he grunts, his voice gravelly, almost pained, "They haven't yet and they still won't."