Forward, it is. No other voices from the past intrude, at least for Inessa, though her guard remains up. When they pass through the double doors, she peers around the silent entrance hall warily. It may be quiet so far, but given all that they've witnessed, how can it last?

"I should just get Garahel and camp out near the roost, shouldn't I? The griffons will need someone to keep them calm...." And if she has to watch red lyrium overtake her room one more time, Inessa can't guarantee what will happen.