[ The exit, unfortunately, is a door full of teeth. Adra lifts his staff even as he's pushed, its healing spell shining, enveloping Shin-Ah and his burned arm--and Allen, too. The golden light purifies, stokes the skin to regenerate and the tissue to mend. Sweat beads Adra's throat and forehead, though, and he stumbles, falling to his knees in front of the unusual door. ]
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Hey--this thing bites. Got any food for it?