The entrance was over grown and crumbling. Only those that were looking for it or knew where to look would separate the rubble of fallen columns from regular scree, and draping from classic underbrush. Within the entryway, dust falls heavily with silt, the darkness hangs cloyingly close. If you listen closely, you can hear the subtle sounds of claws scrambling on stone as your shadows dances over the small pinholes in the fallen stone, letting light pierce into the foyer.
Enter the dungeon