Sherral rather precariously makes his way along the ceiling like a man clawing his way across woolly monkey bars, and pulls himself through the hatch, looking around.

The room they're in is much larger than the last, made of the kind of brass, steel and bronze that seems best suited for some manner of steampunk setting, with the walls lined with clunky automata.

"... How charming," Sherral remarks, mildly.