Dahl squints as he approaches the trapdoor. “Is that a handle? Or only a shadow?”
The curious if not always bright Dahl gets down on his hands and knees to listen at the door, nearly bumping heads with Memphisto as the magic-y man examines the oaken border between known and unknown.
If Memphisto or Lislgen should start to wander a bit to see what else there is to see, another entrance or such, Dahl will quickly catch up to them. Otherwise, he is content having found the trapdoor.