Blue Hawk
Hawk looks up at the indicated domed fixtures, trying to determine their nature.
“Traps, maybe, but this is supposed to be a nice place for those who are here rightly, as well as to be a bad place for others. For welcome guests… Lanterns, maybe? Maybe using magic?”
The shaman looks back at the previous door, checking for handles on the inside.
“If it is a trap, someone should make sure this door does not close and trap us in.”
