I'm not sure how they could have forgotten. [It's a massive, abandoned building with a beacon in the basement. Just the sort of place she would find fascinating. Why wouldn't everyone else also find it fascinating?

As she sloshes her way down into the basement proper, the beacon comes into view, along with a few golden trinkets scattered about and...]

Greed deafens man to the cries of his conscience. Music sets him free. [She reads the inscription aloud, head tilted up to the ceiling as she continues moving, not paying attention to where she's stepping.] What do you suppose it means?

[Not paying attention, that is, until she hears the grinding of stone and the tile beneath her heel clicks and the sudden slamming of doors echoes through the room.]