Luneshale Pass which door do we open?

Though the concept of servitude stirred some race memory in his blood, the magic began wearing off quite rapidly when the woman presented a chunk of meat and invited Talis to eat it. She insisted it was the antidote, seemingly ignoring his refutations about the poisoned water. Isolated though he felt, he possessed a fairly healthy sense of self-preservation.

Thank you for the intriguing offer, Talis said, meaning it when he said he was fascinated. If I was poisoned, wouldn’t I be feeling it by now? I’m going to have to pass on the treat, he continued, pupils still larger than usual against the glacial blue of his irises as he licked his lips, but if you’re not too offended by that, I’d actually love to hear more about this errand boy business…

He could feel his heart thumping, partly with that same bizarre excitement but also some instinctual fear. This woman was a wildcard and could certainly be dangerous. Talis truly wanted to know more, though simply loitering here in her presence felt increasingly risky. The young coyote braced his flame-pointed legs, just in case he needed to make any sudden movements.