Weel Naxel, aasimar oracle
Weel harumphs a moment, then jabs his thumb back to the other door.
"You know, I hate to ruin anything's self-delusions," he says. "It's hard enough feeling good about yourself without folks picking you up and tossing you aside for being 'fake.' It seems like this room might have a fragile ego, so maybe we should try the other way, instead? Maybe the heebie jeebies are just the other door being defensive."