Aeron looks to the bronze double doors then to Zirat, then back to the doors. A deep frown creases the priest's face. "While it may be true that the room beyond is of no use to us should we wish quarters for the evening--a plan, might I add, which is still in dispute in my mind, for I care little of the idea of overnighting in this accursed place--it may be that we find a second or third choice for exits inside the room." Aeron casts a nervous look back down the hall, in the general direction of the trolls. "The room beyond these doors at least resounds with quiet, which is better than nothing--and certainly better than a violent death at the hands of trolls or cultists. I'm for opening the doors and seeking further passage through this damnable temple. I don't believe we've gotten far enough removed from the trolls quite yet..." The priest trails off, his features strained with tension at being chased by monsters.