Staff held before her, Morrigan offers a 'shall we' over her shoulder to Alan and Anders as she leads them off from the rest and to the door without further words for Thranduil after their last discussion on this place. More well-preserved than other places she has been to; for all that there are bones, this is truly worthy of the title of temple rather than tomb as more of them might more aptly be named these days.

That this door blooms green has her shifting the staff to a grip better suited to combat. "You might wish to stand ready, there are all manner of...obstacles to be found where the ancient elves once lived and breathed," she warns. There might be green branches and fresh leaves as one would expect but together with such a place it could also mean something like a sylvan. (Morrigan is not fond. Not in the slightest.) It opens to the shards slotted in place and in she heads.

Human for now. We'll see, we'll see.