Kerlan stores the secret door information in the back of his mind and then heads to the previous room with the others. Casting a spell, the rope in his hand snakes up towards the ceiling and then stops, suspended in midair. He begins climbing up and disappears into the air, passing through an invisible trap door. The others follow, one by one, and they also disappear. The rope gets pulled up by unseen hands and vanishes from site as well, until nothing is left. The wizards gather in the space and settle down for rest, trying to space themselves out evenly in an attempt to get as mush personal space as they can.
The wizards dream. They dream of power, adventure, discovery, and one of fire.
They wake up refreshed, some easily and some not. They study their spellbooks and fill their minds with potential, with power. Then, one by one again, they descend back into the drow's lair. Ready, once again, to take on the world.
"Everyone ready?" Kerlan inquires to his fellow magic users.
OOC: I can change this if someone objects to anything.