Gavril takes Athelstan's extended hand and leans out over the shaft, grasping the rope. He makes his way down with a few slips and slides - the contortions necessary to move between some of the supports are difficult for him due to the stiffness in his knee. Béar makes his way down after, moving nimbly in spite of his bulk. Deasaigh and Athelstan do well, moving agilely from brace to brace. Cerallos and Skáth remain at the top, for now.
OK - everyone's down, and although it's not standing room only, it surely does feel crowded down here. As previously noted, the flint is chipped away from a small section of the northern part of the 'bell,' exposing a wall made of some sort of metal with a door. The door is cracked about an inch - no light comes through from the other side.
"Well, we came down to find out what's going on, let's see what's beyond," He steps up and tries to open the door wider, and illuminate beyond with the lantern, which smells pleasantly of rosemary. Doubtless, a welcome thing in this space packed with sweaty bodies.