Right, no left!

Artur started toward the right door, and then came to a stop. With a frown hidden beneath his mask, he instead moved toward the left door, and opened it, walking inside. The room was large and rectangular, with dozens of animal heads placed on the wall. His father had hunted them himself, and taken pride in each kill. Along the wall rested fancy cabinets with various kinds of booze, and books, to show off his decadence and his intellectual acumen. His father had been powerful, and despite his decadence, he was just as much bite, as he was bark.

In the middle of the room was a strange set of rigging, where his father's more decadent pleasures had come from. Pleasures of the flesh, whether sexual, or pain and anguish. Servants had screamed in both pain and ecstasy for the amusement of his father and his friends. Artur didn't care about his father's proclivities, but he had been certain that their was more hidden in this room than the young man had been able to find back then.

Walking around the rigging, they moved along the cabinets, when suddenly the ground shook beneath them. The two glanced around in confusion, as the ground tilted, and gave way, sliding toward the northern wall. The two fell on their asses, as they slid down the stone floor into the basement

As the dust settled, Artur glanced around, seeing that neither were seriously hurt. Glancing up toward the door the right, he realized, had he gone right, they would have fallen straight down and then been buried by the rubble. His father's sixth sense had saved his life again.

As the two stood up and glanced around, they saw the rubble hadn't completely blocked the room they had slid into. A tunnel of debris lead deeper into the basement, into the place, he had searched for when he was younger. Glancing up, he was sure they could make it back up, but they would have to divest their armor, as it would be to much to try to climb in.