As Kalath starts to enter the room, the door does indeed start to close. He manages to grab it and hold it with one hand to keep it from closing, but as soon as he lets go, it feels like some mechanism will close it.
"I take it that you cleared out the way to the City of the Bard for us," says the speaker, a gray bearded man in comfortable leather clothing. His beard is braided and his gray hair is shaggy and long. There is something in his eyes, the look of a predator.
"My thanks for that, but I am afraid the secret door there has a timing mechanism. It will close as soon as you let go, but of course it can always be opened again from this side."
Kalath sees that the room is of stone, though furnished with many furs and wooden furniture. A warm fire burns behind the chair the man is sitting in. A painting of a wolf hangs above the fireplace. Against the other wall is a table covered with both papers and plates of half-gnawed meat and bones. A large wolf rests at the foot of the old man, his eyes watching Kalath.
"May I ask you your name and business?" asks the man.