Tamra knelt and touched the sigil on the floor, closing her eyes to better concentrate on the magical energies, then opened them a few moments later, looking startled.  "What kind of maniacal being was this Sezrekan?" she wondered aloud, then looked to the others.  "Spill blood of a living being to open the way."  Shaking her head, she continued as her eyes were drawn to the small puddle of blood on the floor near the pearl-eyed dragon.  "I'm not sure how much is needed, but if that's any indication..." she trailed off, not anxious to volunteer.  

There certainly wasn't enough on the floor to indicate that anyone had died, but it was an unpleasant prospect nevertheless.