At the end of the hallway stands a closed, circular, ironbound wooden door. Dalton thinks first to knock, but then realizes that there’s no reason to believe a minarch would understand what that means. There’s an iron ring set into the center of the door at chest level. Dalton grasps it with both hands and pulls. The door hasn’t even fully opened when the minarch inside whistles, “It is considered basic courtesy to knock before entering.”
