Gajol shrugged. "As competent as you may be, you're in no condition to be fighting anything bigger than a rutterkin or two on your own. Not without your armor, at least," she said, and so she stepped towards the cleric. "I'll come along. I also probably ought to open the door, seeing as I've got something over my chest," making a gesture towards her fine dragonhide armor.<br/><br/>Taking the door from Elta, Gajol opened it, one hand on her sword and ready to leap into battle. The room inside was very dark, almost completely black, if not for a pair of green eyes that stared back at them. Immediately, Gajol had thrust her blade in the direction of the eyes. She struck something, though it was little more than a glancing blow that drew its anger. Gajol then stepped back, making to draw it out into the light. It followed, and what came out looked to be something akin to a gargoyle, though it was much too fleshy to be one.<br/><br/>Immediately, as soon as the fiend stepped out, Gajol gripped at her heart, and spat up a bit of blood. She'd survived the eye contact, though just barely. She turned her head away, and called to Elta, "Don't look it in the eyes! The thing will kill you!"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>