>Atop a loamy hillock under a bruise-colored sky, a young Elf sits with his fingers laced upon his knees and his back against a cool, shadowy monolith.  After pushing his platinum-rimmed spectacles higher on his face, Skyelance ponders a moment, records a thought in his leather journal, and sets to dreaming once again.  You also see an embossed rune of Xibar roughly chiseled into the monolith. The rune is seamed and made of a lighter stone than the monolith; it looks as if you might be able to  depress the rune. Obvious exits:  none

>You flatten your palm against the rough, cool surface of the rune.  As you apply pressure, the rune grinds deeply into the monolith.  A faint, vertical glimmer of light appears in the dark face of the Monolith; it slowly widens until there is enough room for you to peer inside.

>Chiseled roughly inside the monolith, and lit by moonlight of a color you've never before beheld, are the words: Those who would know life,  step inside.