Tevariel stared at the room, the word, "TRAP!", rung in her ears, that and that Lycian probably set her up. She narrowed her eyes, but saw nothing moving within the ancient hall. There were various writings on the wall, murals and cut-outs of serpent men. She watched them rise and fall from their height and drop to their very lowest, though the last walls were wiped clear. Only a few spots still revealing what had happened, she saw both doors and the basin in the middle. "Hmm..", she slowly crept towards the right door. Carefully spotting for traps.