Faeryma looked at the various diagrams on the doors. The multi-limbed humanoid she was unable to place, and she decided that she didn't want to go there. The horse and man was easy enough, a centaur, she had seen one in the forest before when she had been picking mushrooms, once. Although, given her experiences in the dungeon, any centaurs she would find would probably want to stick their horse cocks in her, and they probably wouldn't fit without breaking her. So that left the destroyed drawing. She was curious too, about why it would be defaced like that. Curiosity killed witches in addition to cats, it seemed, and so she opened the door gingerly and stepped though, hands raised and ready to defend herself if she came across something unfriendly.