Kaheksa looks at Eiyre, and frowns- but her face softens quickly. "My sister and I were great practitioners of the magic of manipulating 'essence'- or souls, as you put it. It was hardly so simple, and it would break a vow I placed on myself to do no harm or feed on others unwilling, however, and it is not... an easy thing to do, even then." She casts a look back at the inert ooze. "It seemed safer this way for all concerned."<br/><br/>The door opens quickly for Albali and Xarithe, showing a slightly downward-sloping path towards another door set a few feet under ground, the path sinking below ground level soon after leaving the temple. The next door also reads clean of magic, but on a stout push this one seems barred- from the inside.<br/><br/>"Who is it?" A voice calls from the other side of the door- the naga who had 'abandoned' the party before the fight with the priestess.