Xion: I DON'T OPEN THE DOOR. THE CHARACTERS DO. =P
Risp: Not a problem. *Holds up wooden stake launcher*

As you step through the doorway, a rush of cold air brushes across your face. You've stepped into an ice cave, with crystals adorning the walls. Also adorning said walls are those same doors that decide which way you go should you choose. Another cloaked figure is pacing the cave, his/her breath making small clouds of mist as he/she walks.
"Ih tahes of IHE," says Fooruman, who has gotten his tongue stuck to the walls. You and Leetzan are shivering; it's like walking in a freezer here! Your orders?