The shudder raises the hairs on the nape of Ellis' neck. The unease remains, even through the struggle to dispatch the last of the shades. It's short work between the three of them, but when the last shade is reduced to a smear across the stone, the matter at hand still remains—

There is a lower level. Something within it had vibrated, and Ellis can't quite discern whether it was solely against his consciousness or if that unsettling tremor had been noticeable by all.

"I'll go down first," he shouts, more or less resigned to their course of action. Two chambers down has tipped them beyond the point of abandoning their exploration, whatever else Ellis might want.

But still, a pause before he steps cautiously towards the doorway, as he says, "Remember what I said, about this place."

About what may or may not be done in Dumat's name.