The door and what's immediately past it read completely free of magic.<br/><br/>Kaheksa spares Turilia a glance. "The alternative was standing off and bombarding the ooze with fire or some similar magic, killing it and consigning the soul to its master. I believe I will be a less cruel host, and this way the threat is neutralized without any further danger to the rest of you." She seems... undistraught, to say the least.