OOC: Moving along.
IC: After grabbing the treasure, the heroes continue towards the passage, continuing for more than a hundred winding feet to some steps.
The roughhewn steps descend to a wooden dock and dark lake that wends its way out of sighr. A brazier stands to either side, wreathed in cold flames.
A skiff emerges from the darkness, poled by a cloaked boatman. As the boatman draws nearer, you can see the cloak's hood hides a pale skull with blue flames for eyes. The skiff brushes up against the dock, and the boatman extends a single skeletal hand towards you as if waiting for you to give it something.