Truthfully, what he was about to do was quite foolish, but his curiosity was gnawing at him too hard to turn around. He gingerly slipped in the gap and after crawling for three metres, he was on the other side. The surroundings didn't look any different, other than the weather-worn statues that had lost almost all of their features to time and the only details that one could make out were whether they had a beard or not. The direwolves at their feet had long lost their shagginess and looked as smooth as seals.