Enter?

What could go wrong? They enter!

Tyra flashes Diana a cocked grin and starts marching across the threshold. Letting out a sigh, she follows. She's certainly used to the dwarven woman's impetuousness by now, after having adventured together for a long time. Regardless, that familiarity isn't accompanied by a sense of comfort, as Tyra tends to rush into danger and drag Diana along with her. As she steps through the giant door, she hears Tyra talking from the darkness inside:

"What's with the sighing Dee, we've killed scary things before. Heckdangit, we've travelled to other planes before! What could possibly be in an old damp dungeon that's any scary to us?! I've gotten over my fear of monstrous spiders years ago!"

- "Maybe so, I'm just having a bad feeling, like we should've arranged for some extra back-up.."

"And be to split the loot? Fat chance love! Hang on.. lemme make this place a little lighter"

Tyra's whispers a divine spell under her breath, and her warhammer begins to emit a bright light, illuminating the gloom around them. Even though they had only entered a few dozen feet beyond the threshold of the door, daylight falling in behind them, the chamber was pitchblack. She holds her weapon out like a torch, getting a good look around. It looks like a square ante-chamber, walls, floor and ceiling made of square stones cut out of the rock. There do not appear to be decorations of any kind, except when Tyra takes a few steps further the light reveals a few phrases in the common language, carved at the top of the wall directly ahead. Diana approaches, squints at the text, and reads it aloud:

"Beware, thieves and intruders, for all shall know the regret of those who lay their hands upon my treasure"

Tyra scoffs, "Pft, idle threats", and takes a few more steps to reveal two passages below the carved phrase, one curving slightly left and the other slightly right.