"Knocking it is then. So be it. Let's see what a tap upon this door and the woman whispering 'Sweet Hanna' will bring. But if such an avenue does not bring us satisfaction, then the second option must prevail."
Standing aside, the elf cleared the cramped space in front of the mould speckled door. Its iron grille staring like a savage, solitary eye, daring the adventurers to approach and make contact with it's time blistered wood.