Anyone capable of interpreting dreams could have told Vilo why she was here and what everything represented. Anyone with insight into her dilemma at least. As though to alert her that an interpreter may be necessary, the door stood defiantly shut and locked into place. A voice entered Viloet's mind and echoed through the dreamscape, familiar and at the same time strange to the halfling. "You are very much stuck, Viloet. This door will not open because it is locked by the weight of your denial and hesitation. Can you truly say you are ready to step through that door?" And as if to tempt the woman further, the door budged slightly, a crack of light separating the door and frame. Beyond she could glimpse some activity, but nothing more could be gleaned from the sliver of an image.