The room, sparse and bare stretches before you, space beckoning you in. Doors line its walls, only the outline of a door on the cold stone of the wall. Well... what can you expect? REAL doors?

It seems the doors are only drawn on, however, upon second glance, you note the slight glow about each. Gates? You shrug, not understanding exactly how much power if would take to hold permanent gates within a structure and so close together too. A quill rests on the ledge of a window sill. As you pick it up, you notice its ink, in a well to its left, is gold. How very curious.

The gold ink matches exactly a floridly scrawled writing across one door that read simply, Zakiyah

The door beside that reads Poldara

Then you see Aelfwynn