Bernard, was enticed by the music as well as the beauty providing it.  He listened to the alien words and then shook his head.  Nope, he thought.  This was a cursed city and none had come here in decades.  That only proved she was trouble.  His first gripped the dart he was holding.  

Ramious' eyes twinkled as he watched the beautiful creature from across the lake.  "We uh...we mean you no harm..." he said in clumsy awkward common, holding his arms out with open hands as if to prove it.  He looks to Alyssa, "Can you let her know?  How long has she been down here...we gotta help her get outta here for sure."

Alyssa would feel her breath escape her as her eyes would fall across the maiden. Coupled with her voice, she was simply enchanting. The elf would step forward with pointed toes, drawn to move closer. Hearing Ramious' voice urge her, she wouldn't stop her approach. The clerics movements were not threatening. She moved with her own grace, but enraptured in her own sense of awe. Alyssa would even reach out to her.

As she'd feel her toes toes water, the elf's gaze would break to look down and she'd stop her advance. Alyssa would look back up to the woman to respond gently. Her voice almost echoing hers. "I am Alyssa Amastacia. Are you trapped?" She'd first ask. "Are you hurt?"

As the others speak with the beauty in the water, Leon would move on and look at the doors that lead onward.  He knew better than to let beauty distract him.

Investigation on door:  22

Perception on door: 9

As he does so he has the owl swoop around the cavern, looking for anything else of interest or concern.

Owl perception: 22

The girl dived again emerged closer now, still keeping in the water, though. At the close distance she looked even prettier - not even "flawless" but perfection herself. Long hair, now floating as a cloud around her, and transparent white shawl did not hide any feature of her marvelous body, a silvery laugh escaped her lips when she looked at each of the adventurers, keeping her gaze at Ramious a touch longer, and said, pointing on herself: "Dasa"

She then looked Alyssa up and down and smiled:

Leon's unceremonious study of the room did not seem to offend her, she was watching as if curious what is he searching for.

(Owl could not report anything beyond already known - there is a double door behind the pool, there is one on the dry side of the cave too. Neither is blocked or have a visible lock on it. No traps either, as far as Leon and the owl could sense)

Feeling perfection look her up and down, Alyssa felt a sense of timidness wash over her. Though, she still felt a desire to join her in the water. But was she 'worthy'? The elf would nod softly. "I can, with the aid of magic." She'd admit. "There was concern for your safety." There wasn't really a better explanation than that for her next question. "We were granted passage by another. A crab." The cleric would explain as simply and as politely as she could. Her cheeks would darken the longer the flawless maiden watched her. How could one compare? "May we pass?" Were they 'worthy'? And if not. Could they prove it?

Ramious smiles sheepishly when the girls gaze lingers on him.  He nods in reply, trying to keep his eyes "up" as it were, but not entirely succeeding. As Alyssa and the girl communicate he puts his hand on his own chest and says, overly loud, "Ramious". 

He looks to Alyssa, "What's she sayin?"

Oh, the look from the girl did not feel ... too judgemental (she definitely never doubted her own beauty) - more curious and at the end was even approving. The way all doors are stuck here, she probably did not have much visitors lately, especially so different from the folks you saw by now. Dasa frowned a bit (absolutely charmingly) to Alyssa's words and sighed.

 The girl sang phrases after phrases in her enchanting voice, side glancing at the adventurers and accompanying to words with smooth mesmerizing gestures. The warm water of the pool looked so inviting in the soft light, the young woman so beautiful, you had to be a githyanki to ignore her charm. At the end she gave another long look to the tiefling, musically whispered something ("Ramious" was the only understandable word) and with a stunning backward dive (if someone missed any detail of her divine beauty before, now was the chance to get it all) literally disappeared in the crystal clean water.   

As if still in a trance, Alyssa would turn, taking steps to address Ramious. Her eyes would find his to deliver the words of the flawless maiden, being the bridge for their eager communication to one another. Although not doing her sultry voice justice, the elf would repeat in common to the best of her ability, reciting mannerisms from her divine memory, almost like a mimic. "Kalka-Kylla is getting lazier by the day! Master will be angry."  She shook her head. "You can not pass until you prove you are worthy. You have to bring me the seal of Zotzilaha from the Sepulcher of Tloques-Popolocas. Follow the path." She'd wave toward the 'dry' door. "and you will find it." "I wish you luck!" Her eyes wouldn't waver. "I will be waiting, Ramious".

Bernard, having turned beat red upon first entering and doing he best to avert his eyes looked at everything but the girl.  She was practically naked, which was strange but Alyssa seemed stranger.  After the comment that she would be waiting, Bernard gathered Leon and Rammious and asked.  "Does Alyssa seem a little off?  She is planning to stay in the room with the near nude girl," he asked.

Lean frowns, glancing at the other wizard.  "We might need your aid if we are going to get this thing." He says, nodding to the dry door.  "I don't think we can leave you here while we do it without you."

Ramious looks at the two men, "Don't be silly guys, she was just translating what the girl was saying.  The GIRL will be waiting...RAMIOUS...."  He winks at both of them, giving Bernard a slap on the shoulder and winking at Leon.  "Alright Alyssa, let's go get this seal what'chama'call it."  He heads towards the dry door, making sure Alyssa is coming with them. 

He stops for just a moment. A glimmer of something in his mind, is that suspicion, caution? Whatever it is, it teases at him, and he tries to grasp it, but...well, too many questions and getting answers usually ain't worth it...he continues towards the door. 

Alyssa would blink once, then twice and her pupils would dilate. Her head would tilt slightly before her face would relax to rest on her more familiar and natural expression. She’d blink again before taking a tentative step back away from their tiefling as he’d address the others. As he did, the elf would turn to stand staring at the water. She’d shake her head a little at herself before she’d let out a bit of a giggle. “If she did want someone to stay, it definitely would not be me. We’re not even supposed to be here.” She’d add nonchalantly. Ramious was correct, she was simply a messenger. The elf would eventually tiptoe along for when they were ready to have her follow.

The door continued to look as innocent, as if was installed in some farmer's house. The cave was quiet now with only sound of falling water filling the air.

Ramious walks up to it and attempts to pull it open, looking fearless and brave in his duties.

It took all his strength for Ramious to open the door (under the (probably) imaginary feeling of the eyes watching his struggle. Nothing attacked, and behind the door you found a dark corridor. The walls of this corridor are wet and slimy - a striking contrast to the "tropical laguna" behind. The stucco covering has become saturated with water and is decomposing and sloughing off in spots, exposing the seams of one of the large stone blocks from which this structure was built. The smell here is both heavy and ... refreshing? sharp?

Corridor ends at the framed ... you would want to call it an engraved or sculptured tombstone with a tightly fitted stone, sealing that tomb off. The block is made of limestone, and the entire face of the plug is covered with wet, caustic lime.

Bugs look at the tomb.  He points at the stone on top and says, "That is limestone, it's caustic, as in acidic.  So, lets not touch it with our hands.  Maybe pry it up with a sword, slide a rope under it and pull it off?"

"We could try my trick here..."  Leon says, giving Ramious a smirk.  "Drive pitons in, then put a rope through, before pulling..."

Ramious looks at Leon, trying to figure out why he's saying it like that.  "Sure, I'll try to get a crowbar in there as well...while you hammer in a piton."  

Ramious walks up with a crowbar, and over to the plug, and tries to start getting the edge of the crowbar into an edge to try and lever it out a bit. 

Bernard was right and Ramious could see it now by himself - just a few probing moves, and a rough spots begun to appear on the polished metal, the crowbar got corroded right in front your eyes. Just a little, but given some time...

The block also did not shift the slightest - whether pull or push, it would take an enormous strength to move that thing.