The inside past the gate felt like catacombs. Cold, damp and claustrophobic with brick on both sides. There were hallways leading to dead ends every few steps but at the end of it stood something of a oddity. A robe with its face hidden behind cloth stood looking out at its new visitor. Ordinarily it would have perhaps been inviting to meet something that didn't seem hostile but looking to where it's legs should have been. Tentacles. Long black oily tentacles laid from beneath the robes. "Resourceful one aren't you? Avoiding the trial in its entirety, yet still succeeding to get past the first of my gates." It's voice was unusual. It was much deeper than his size suggested and seemed to not even come from him but from somewhere far away.