Jimi feels a mild unease with the enthusiasm Climent is showing. Human sacrifices to open the portal? A planned expedition, before Typhon's fists? Heavenly conjunctions? What exactly had he gotten himself into?
"A sound theory, Climent, although worrying. For what dark purpose would someone... or something... need to access this portal specifically, and not one of the other entrances? Is there something within the chambers of Dwimmermount that could be linked to your astral conjunction?"
He approaches the portal, and reaches out to touch it, before thinking better of it and withdrawing his hand. The briefest shiver of panic ran through him, and he instinctively touches his holy symbol, offering a brief silent prayer to Tyche.
Gathering his thoughts, he turns around to face the group. "Regardless, Midgrim has a point. Unless you have a way into this door that doesn't require a ritual sacrifice, dark sorceries and thousands of gold's worth of alchemical silver, perhaps we should try another entrance..."
[Edit: in changing font to avoid clashing with Climent, I've now ended up clashing with Gargrim. What a muppet. Let's try a lovely bright green...]