Consider it done.
When the door swings inwards softly, you are met with the aroma of incense and the sight of a room filled with candles. It is also filled with Magnesian warriors, kneeling and pressed down in reverence for some idol on the altar before them. A frail Magnesian in ceremonial robes is lighting more candles and mumbling incoherently around the idol.
Needless to say, this is not the armory...