When the Fool withdraws his hand from behind the case, they are both given a brief view of the back of the case, where the wood grain has bent into an elegant curve away from the latch. It looks, for all the world, as though it was smoothed and sanded and stained that way over the course of several hours, rather than in a matter of seconds.

Then the Fool puts his back to the work of pushing as X pulls--demonstrating more spry strength than one might suspect from his slight frame--and together they're able to move the bookcase clear of the door.

In a flash, the door slams open, and nearly off of its hinges, as several Kin'nal burst out of the room, shouting in both panic and fear and pain as they scramble past towards the nearest exit.

"Is that everyone?" the Fool asks--or he starts to, at any rate, before he appears to succumb to smoke inhalation. His eyes go distant and fogged, and he slumps against the wall, catching himself against it with one grasping hand. "--oh dear." Bit of an understatement.