Galadriel is not distraught as Merrill takes the bag from her, though she finds she is disquieted anew once the bag leaves her grip. She ignores the sensation, as best she can, and reclaims her glaive.

The temple feels as though it has drawn a deep breath and held it, like a cold draft pulled beneath the stone doors of a crypt, and she is uncertain if it is likely to release it soon. She steps away from the altar, very carefully, and into the water once more--fortunately, nothing greets her movements but weighty silence.

"Then let us search. Zevran, I trust, can assist with traps--else I will dispatch anything more...sinister that comes of this ritual."