Wesellu casts his Dispel magic, noting with satisfaction as it disappears, showing the inferior magic of whoever cast it.
Enraela steps forward, whispering into Wesellu's ear 'Very good, Dear Cousin.It is so nice to see you contributing again. Now, is there aught that you can tell me of what lies beyond this door?'
Jikull shifts impatiently, fingering the blade of his massive sword.
Brogark keeps an eye on the eastern door, glancing from time to time at the one in which the group entered through.