[Liethell]

(Ughh, I'm sorry to hear that :C)
"Hard not tah, Vincent. Yah feel this at all?" She holds up her hand and something like green, glowing smoke wafts from it, almost like she had just pulled her hand from a fire. Whether he feels magic being used or not depends largely on his sensitivity to it. She shakes the smoke off. "Magic's magic. Feels different depending on the kind, but magic's it's own feel, and that feel is what the door locks on, got it?" She grins and they keep walking. It's a very, very long way to the bottom. It'd be a true fright to fall off the stairs, but they have guardrails made of metal to keep them from toppling over. "S' been done before in small amounts. S'possible on a big scale. Theoretically."