[It's a good thing Zagreus knows people who have boats. It's not a hard task to hire a boatman to take him close to where he knows his room is, and perhaps you were there needing to take a ride. Or you insisted on going with him. Something like that.

Zag himself seems a little different. He's calm, but the seemingly everpresent smile on his lips is not there.

When you arrive, you notice something odd:

Zagreus' door does not exist.

In fact, it's the entrance to a narrow, dark tunnel that seems to be heading downwards.]

Right. Are you sure? I'm fine just heading in there.